Thursday, January 28, 2010


The lips favor red

and sweet but cream's
fine too, wine-- why not? or
a good Irish stout or Mist.

with a taste on the lips
a wetting--this is
long before the swallow.

But do swallow, and with
tongue and throat
examine the intricacies of sweetness--
rinks and cakes and snacks:

let peacocks kneel for this
sacred moment of savoring. Who
I mean who
savors anymore with

all this rushing--and you know?
When you come right down to it
it's the grave we're rushing toward,
no getting around it, so

let the taste carry you
far, away. Hands off:
no steering this game.

And be sure
to miss a few 
buses along the way
for the fun of it.



Blogger Lu Lu said...

Hi Kathryn,

Savoring the strawberry sweetness of that line! I was just telling one of our senior work off volunteers about the writing program this Saturday and that got me looking at Love's Freeway!


9:56 AM  
Blogger Kathryn Deputat said...

Welcome, and thank you for...savoring :) L. Looking forward...

10:08 AM  

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