Patchouli

Patchouli

A Poem by Kaela Craven

 

I played the patchouli
I mean burnt
I touched the faith
I mean had

I licked your love
I mean felt
I pitched your kindness
I mean noticed

I arranged your inadequacy
I mean experienced
I judged your addiction
But I really mean
was

© 2009 Kaela Craven


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Added on May 10, 2009

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Kaela Craven
Kaela Craven

Tucson, AZ



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