Last Drop Poem by Kewayne Wadley
Last Drop
We've fed ourselves
From the spoon of our mouths.
Layer upon layer guiding ourselves
In hunger.
The steam of broth,
Lapped up & inhaled.
We became swollen, taking up
Residence in full smile,
Jumbled up in compassion.
An alphabet soup of the soul.
I circled the bowl of her mouth
With the touch of my spoon.
Spelling out each word,
Cooled by the warmth of your tongue.
Coiled in survival
Until the last drop
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