Small Stone 1/16/2013

I taste desperation disguised as passion in his kiss.  See me.  Want me.  Need only me because I need.  

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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15 Responses to Small Stone 1/16/2013

  1. ruleofstupid says:

    I recognise this… and I like that you leave the narrator to express it – is it there, or is it read into the situ with your fears?
    I guess another’s need to cling to you is better than a desire to seek solace elsewhere!

  2. nelle says:

    Perhaps there’s a bit of it in all of us.

    Not the real name of the song, but we’ll run with it.

  3. The competition here is no small matter, Susan and I just might need both passion and desperation. 🙂 Nice one 🙂

  4. Great poem, Susan. Made me think of another situation where need, desperation and passion are mutually felt……. and prompted this below

    when need is mutually intense,
    when lip hunger fills two with wetting intensity,
    hip heave heavy heating humming,
    hit hope hovering
    shared, waiting
    to unleash, uncoil, coil and curl,
    do not desperation and passion
    then merge to jazz and jam?

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