The Nest Poem by Tajma Hall

The Nest



Will issues of love flow?
My heart and mind channel across
steady rivers in constant touch
with me breathing love
its sweet kiss upon my lips
I speak as though it never happened
love twine in me as cloth from cotton
Top to bottom, seed and fruit
~ Rotten~
I spoil everything I wish
as all is forgotten desires
to succeed as my very need

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