And The Worms There TooA Poem by Beatrice MarsGloriously free, I take solace in The trees.
(He's kissing her Neck and it's Oh so wrong, But it feels Oh so good.)
Glorious as sin, I found solace in The waking river.
(But he grips her Hips And she has to Say-)
Glory in the highest, In the lowest Of the low, The mud of The earth and The worms there Too.
(He moves away, As quick as though Burnt, But without his touch it's like she's freezing.)
Gloriously in love, I look above And see the sky, I take solace in goodbye.
(He kisses her, Slow, and cautious, but doesn't touch her, Like it will all be Okay.)
Gloriously free, I take solace in Burntoutfrozengoodbadbruisedhiptouchingkisses Goodbyes. © 2012 Beatrice MarsReviews
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Added on May 7, 2012Last Updated on May 7, 2012 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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