Wounded
Your sugary tears
have made me drunk and hungry.
Let me lap them up.
Like a purring cat
begging for a bowl of milk,
my mewing won't stop.
You're hurt, let me soothe
your wounded spirit with love.
You can't resist. Touch.
Let me lap them up.
Like a purring cat
begging for a bowl of milk,
my mewing won't stop.
You're hurt, let me soothe
your wounded spirit with love.
You can't resist. Touch.
Photo: Sculpture at Allen Memorial Art Museum, Oberlin College.
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