The Craving

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    The Craving
    At last, tempting he was, a dark angels food. Surrending his love, tender and savored. Exquisite delight of extant one night before them. Freedom lost within my arms tantalizing destiny, him so perfect. Enchantment to the soul. Everlasting will be mine. I await with bated breath, dream like reality, you fresh in my memory, moments I havent put to rest.

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    harmony74 commented on The Craving

    11-29-2009

    I like this..short but very deep and full of passion! Well done :)
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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