Flesh
Don’t tear at my flesh
and demand that I like it
because
I don’t know how sharp your teeth are.
I’ve spent years bloodletting,
to rid myself of imagined ailments
so I could dig deep
to offer you nourishing red marrow
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Beautifully crafted. This is the best poem I’ve read this month.
Powerful imagery, demands the reader’s attention. Wonderful.
Wow!
Thank you all so much. I am honored and humbled. Truly.
I appreciate your encouraging words.
Doug Self, Wow! That’s a mega compliment.