ridiculous

feed me with

your wonderful ways and

dream-dazed days

scrumptious to the last

bite.

 

every word you utter

remains an imprint

in the air

every thought a different spell

a ravaging

dare.

 

and the thought of you

leaves me stuttering

hopelessly lost

shaking shaking

shaken.

 

our love is not sentimental

not happy in the least

scrutinized

unthought of

ridiculous

like feeding lamb chops

to a stuffed lamb.

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11 thoughts on “ridiculous

  1. Absolutely wonderful! Isn’t it odd how we can look at our own lives as if they were lived by someone else? I believe there are times when we cross over to a place we never thought we’d be, becoming someone (or part of something) we never imagined. A thought. A secret. A dream. Living is somehow about making sense (and comfort) from that realization. To be able to say, ‘I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies, but I will still be who I am.’ We become perfect in our imperfections, and free within our flaws. In understanding (and embracing) we learn to love ourselves. I love this one. ~ Much love, Bobbie

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