Dry Poem by Francis Santaquilani

Dry

Rating: 5.0


In a silent, back booth
Two, who've wrung each other dry of fire,
Play with their cold food.

Thursday, March 8, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: fire,food
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anna Russell 08 March 2007

Few wonrds, but very potent. I love 'wrung each other dry of fire.' Hugs Anna xxx

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