Abundance

Abundance

A Poem by k

I like the feeling

of eating too much

like an ancient king;



Pretty young women

at each my sides

vines with fruit bearing


to fill.


Sadness is a thing to drown in:

a bottomless pool

and I am anointed


then smeared with balms

and smoothed with quilting.

Comforts must be overwhelming.


So hold me tight and tighter still

thick comforts, enough to choke on 

enough


to kill

© 2020 k


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Added on January 16, 2020
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