to contain

so soft are the edges

that boil and slide

inside the copper

a sweet fragrance

like sugar or moist tobacco

begging your tongue

to heat it

to bravely risk stringent addiction

tasting and….


like a wild snake

coiling intelligence

looping and falling


to swell in gravy waves

grasping the rim like a mouth

or fingers

to wander like an octopus

free my heart

to wild and gilded


perhaps so hot it will fall through

unwelcome molten love

thickly sweating holes

into things

you thought were real

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

10 thoughts on “to contain

    1. its like something stirs in me and begs to be released and I feel words to describe my inner world. THEN, something does happen , like a question or a slap…. so I suppose I spring back to an awareness or even anger or something…. you perceive through the shower of emotion very well

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      1. I think that’s because you let me in. I let you in also. when words are allowed to slide beneath the surface, they start to tinker with our soul… it causes an awakening. little bits get burned like things coming in from outer space

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    1. thank you for reading again… (my pot simmered and swayed…) it is being okay with the wild Lilith, the destructive hands, huge and hot. for me its inside myself for others its in the woman who rears naked and swollen before them… being okay with her, strong and brave enough to withstand the fear of being consumed or exploded into a thousand suns

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