Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Forty Years
Your name rests upon my lips
Gentle and delicate
And completely at home
Breathing out, you become a whisper
Breathing in, you intoxicate me
Whispers and heady rushes cascade
Across my skin
I’ve become alive and real
Swallowing you, my belly swells
For you are my manna and sweet honey
I am completely satisfied by you
And I now have no more reason to wander
tara caribou | ©2019-2022
Read more like this in my books four and euphoria in blue [dreams]
16 Comments on “Forty Years”
Raw Earth Ink 
Beautifully in for the long haul.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Tara Caribou – Long Love
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Beautiful connection that you share with that, certain someone special in your, life.
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Thanks for reading 😌
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And that’s what true love feels like!
Beautiful verse, Tara.
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Thank you Chris.
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Always a pleasure.
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wonderful
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Thank you Joe.
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Wow. Gorgeous writing.
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Thank you, Bridgette. I sure appreciate that.
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A++
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Jay!
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Hmmm… I forget if you’re religious. I read this as such a piece. Especially the 40 days connection. Nicely done.
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It’s definitely tied in, or is a nod at, 40 years in the desert.
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