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July Poem-a-day 6

19 July 2012

My words: chain, floral, teapot, darkness, and rumour.

My poem:

I heard a rumour
that you like to be chained up
in the darkness so you don’t know
what’s coming. Truthfully,
I think you know what’s happening
regardless of the lack of light.
That’s the thing about
our senses. We’re told there’s
only five of them, but most
of us know that’s not true.
How else would we smell
flowers and know you’re
about to pour me a cup
from the teapot?

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