07 Feb 2010

The Spoon
Whether icy cold or blisteringly hot
You are plunged into clear or murky depths
You are spun wildly your gleaming leg above the surface
Slowly tapered you drink and come afloat
Holding what you have tasted, you are summoned to me
Your prize then is siphoned, and you are cast again
Reeling in the liquid time and time again
Until satiation is reached, then you are released
Only to be called again.

Poem by Dragon Blogger

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