Nasty by SallyBrowne

They use to call him
A nasty young man
Based on his prose of how
the bees make honey
How humans sensual friction
Tangled web of hunger
lustful wanting and longing
Searching and digging
Until thirst is quenched
When thread runs through needle
Piercing cotton; push and pull
Embroidering flower in a private
Yes, they use to call him
A nasty young man
In his prime

Read the entire poem here

(C) Marcia Morris

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