HOLE TO FEED
here…. you can love me
share the things I’m sure
you mean
when you say
I mean the world to
You
feeding my hole
there… I chose to share
love and precious life
with you
your promises
rang so pure and true
You
feeding my hole
then…she seized your heart
with mouth and saliva’s
warm lips
wet nuzzle
clinging to the perfect
You
feeding my hole
when…your words left me
shattered in sharp shards
broken heart
earth bound
bells rang out my life in
You
feeding my hole
© Kim van Breda—31 July 2014
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Dear Kim Van Breda, your lines unearth back from memory the saying…”what goes up must come down…”; playing along the significance of this which applies to all experiences around us, experiences in nature, in life, in love, in relationships, in friendships, in beliefs, and so on, one realizes through the hurt, that change is always lurking around the corner to destroy permanency, with life ending with death, love ending with parting, and from under the veil of truth emerges the monster of falsehood in disguise, a hungry wolf in humble sheep’s clothing.