soup in cans

history cannot be muted by a kiss

butterflies will not drown in your drink

dark streets do not betray your shadow

he strokes her fragrance

with a soft inhale,

a kitchen room

cabinets stove fridge and sink

table center

soup can next to opener,

between them,

the earth has not fallen

yet still they stare

not at each other

but at the can

silver topped paper wrapped,

blood smears oceans

and desert sand,

wine flavored tongues begin to talk,

as they decide

stripped of it’s cloth

the table was bare and knotted,

around her shoulders

cloth placed

as they found out about

soup and why it was in

can

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Cats in the Kitchen

leave the sleeping

milk filled cat

to fry the egg

for those of adams  rib,

an untouched apple

shows no procreate,

offspring to the storm

that nature brews,

spluttering egg tells the story

they are returning to

carbon and water,

kitchen unfilled

wheat grows spoiled,

did adam not want eve,

loins barren uncaressed,

indulge in the silence

that follows

as cities

grow cold and foliage,

where next nature asks

as the cats eyes flutter,

with yearning

stretch of paw

it was not telling

written for Magpie Tales http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/