
Amid puddles of memory,
depth and filth unknown,
there’s one erasable embrace of you,
without ripple,
so simple,
solid,
and pure.
Satiated by baguette limbs,
warm with smell of home,
just one erasable embrace from you,
and I’m family,
so hearty,
full,
the cure.
This poem is written for D’Verse Quadrille (44 line poem) challenge #121, with the prompt: embrace. Find out more about how to participate here.





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