Poem 20150912

nature is a mouth
longing to kiss
to force open our mouths
and drive in a frantic
desperate tongue

it runs its hands over
the sensitive parts
of our bodies
causing shivers
and tingles
and longing
inflaming the flesh
like a lover
bent on seduction

that sky
those clouds
even the hawk with
his breakfast
still squirming in his
talons
just fingers seeking
the quickest way
into our hidden recesses

there is no resolve to break

3 thoughts on “Poem 20150912”

  1. ‘even the hawk with
    his breakfast
    still squirming in his
    talons

    competent use imagery Mr Caw. This why I, a lover of naturalism, keep coming back for more.

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