spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
deeper deeper
pull me down deeper
in
to you
I
was craving
starving begging
longing for someone
shaped
just like
you
deeper pull me deeper
inside
of
you
tara caribou | ©2019
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
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Fantastic poetry!
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Thanks Tom
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Nice thinking.
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Whoa. This is great! I love the raw nature of this – very to-the-point. Almost tactile!
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It’s even better when I read it aloud 😉
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I like the one word lines in this – they really provide a sense of being pulled in by passion.
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Thank you Chris! That’s how I felt as well.
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😃
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Lovely, Tara!
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Thank you!
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shaped
just like
you
The simplicity of this part is fantastic. Love the concept of being the only desired shape.
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Yes! You understand.
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