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Fill up my Fish

She said,  “Fill up my time
while I wait for something
that I can finally keep
to drop on by.”

He said, “You’ll do,
you beautiful thing you,
now hurry , spread your legs as
my want of  you is  almost up.”

You are my novelty for the day,
the week, the month, the year,
as my desires
run their phases like the moon
runs its course across the skies
a hundred thousand million times.

You didn’t know it, but you did.
You hoped, but you still did.
Our original sin, over and over again.
That seems to be half the fun.

Are we all hobbies? Habits?
Frivolous fantasies and disastrous
desires run amok?

Dear affections that grab us like
a child holding tight to a goldfish
in a brand new bowl.

We all know what  happens to that fish


by Philip Wardlow 2016
Written by PhilipWardlow (Ravenprince)
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