TasteA Poem by Carson Kramer
I tasted her.
She smelled of musk and cotton. She tasted of hay, dirt, and loss. I tasted her. She tasted of wasted time of shattered dreams of spilled wine. I tasted the shame. I tasted the guilt. I tasted the children she bore. I tasted every grain of salt in every wound she suffered, ever. I tasted that love. The love for me. The love for another. The love not free. The love not given. The love, not for me. I tasted her soul. I tasted that woman. I tasted her. © 2019 Carson Kramer |
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Added on January 26, 2019 Last Updated on January 26, 2019 AuthorCarson KramerSt. Louis, MOAboutYou have come to the Nom de Plume, of the writer known as, Nipplegrinder. It was suggested that I would receive a more welcoming response, if I hadn't such a repulsive screen name. (Thank you, Lyn.) .. more..Writing
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