Our knots gnawed by that garish aged rat <br />Time <br />Frayed edges fall on pastures <br />To be chewed as fodder <br />Fill ones udder if thou must <br />Mine inner mind <br />Mine lustful loins <br />Tis lost on wasteful bounder <br />Strays such as you <br />Whom <br />Upon golden bountiful mounds of hallowed hay <br />Hollow sits <br />As shallow does <br />Mustered sensual senses <br />Loiter <br />Way beyond all that is prevailant <br />Valiant desires of mine mind <br />Resisted by knowledge past on by mankind <br />How on earth prey <br />Did those two words lay <br />Side by side <br />Misguided words <br />Dare I say <br />Why ever not...<br /><br />karen sinclair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/work-in-preygress/
