Restless Want

Am all achy – rat
wanting an apparatus
to smear life

chanting as spring
storms in, she
is needy as you

my honey-do
lusting away, there
are men say

love soars –
juiceless boys
never can

the day rose
misty, of
bluer want.

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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