if i was an
abstract form
you would
prefer
each line
devoid of
pattern
yet,
I can see you
looking to
the marsh
for the
curvature-
the jutting
frame of
my body.
I wonder
am i
only folds
and brown
sugar for
cream?
thank god
for wine
that rests in
cupboards.
-sheila c
sheila sea 
Moving, awesome words. Thank you for sharing. Much love, Kat.
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Thank you, Kat.
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Your welcome, Sheila.
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You are an amazing and beautiful being who dwells among the textures of this world.
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that’s a beautiful thing to say, thank you so much. 🙂
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🙂
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Nicely written,
for me
it’s a rum an coke with a twist of lime…
chris
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ahhh, put the lime in the coke n drink em both up, lol I’m very familiar.
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Gee, that’s an old one!
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Beautiful and for me..it’s Beer
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Nice one, can relate 😊
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Wow – can I say I love your voice? Really lovely poem. Deep.
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Lol thank you for stimulating my imagination
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