London Poem: Day 330

13 July

Great gobbling mouths never fill themselves,
Endlessly starving and feeding simultaneously,
Wanting what was, and what will be.
A taste that fails to disappear, a desire without end –
How the sense builds in the mind,
Taking on a life of it’s own –
This is what lingers in the gently
Caressing kiss of memory.

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