![]() Free Writing ExcerciseA Poem by Jack Cassidy![]() Sort of winging it...![]()
I'm a lovely orb of madness,
jumping and wrestling with work. The tea is noticeably hot, so I sip, sip it slowly. Steam emits from the cup, prolonging my fervor. Trickling down into the cavern, becoming a thick pool of ginger. I toss over to my side, it falls over and over. The taste reminiscent of yesterday, when we supped together. So hot it scorched our tongues, yet swallowed with pure delight. A sensual union of unusual sameness, with a ticklish hand upon the circular table. And beyond the candlelight, we're calling this name.
© 2013 Jack CassidyAuthor's Note
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Added on January 24, 2013 Last Updated on January 24, 2013 Tags: free writing, free prose, creative Author
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