won burn | won lick

by veepho

san francisco pier

san francisco pier


The water carrier
brings forth the pen,
to paper it hits
relea
se her ken.

Grab the incense,
a wick ready to burn,
she just wants to feed those who need
before they starve to
urn.

The bucket carries more
than hydration,
try agai
n for the next won,
get your salvation.

Nourishment we taste in
is our cunning wit.
It throws us and loathes us,
un
til we say fetch, rollover, sit.

Release your inner in sense,
wit
h a burn and a lick,
8 months and four minutes,
her goal is to love me sick.

Recall the water carrier,
she loves her touch,
not controlling.

xx

-V

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