Chewing It Over Poem by Tim Kitchin
Chewing It Over
I am the chewing gum on your wheel.
I am the blakey on your heel.
I am the cellophane to your sandwich.
The needle to your stitch.
I yelp where you yearn
I creak when you turn
I suckle while you grow
Filling as you flow
I worship due west of you.
The bed is a nest of you.
Your creases still enfold me.
But your nightdress is now cold to me.
What you leave me is real.
What you think, my love, I feel.
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5/4/2024 6:11:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Tim Kitchin, The souls the people to connect and become tied when the heart is stirred particularly I think when physically love is given. Human beings do need each other but it is vulnerable to do so. Beautiufl and meaningful poem blessings Kathy