If only you knew the heart ache of it –
one day immaculate and new
perfectly balanced, filling up
for that bright day
when a young hand would pick me,
thrill of first touch, mouth to wet mouth…
but what happened?
An emptying as kisses cooled
as I caved in slowly, used up, no juice,
then thrown away.
These days I dream of returning to a sea of wellness
and meaning, any abundant source, beauty
to save me, someone to care.
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Kate Braid has written, co-written and edited eleven books of creative non-fiction and prize-winning poetry. Her next book, an expanded edition of In Fine Form (now sub-titled ‘A Contemporary Book of Form Poetry’) co-edited with Sandy Shreve, will be published in fall, 2016.
She can be found at www.katebraid.com
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