Secrets & Wants

We are like him
Of dirt.
By day,
He said tongues will tell
Dark love songs…

People consumed over wild secrets.
Ask this,
What man only has a minute
To have these wants,
When the evening wind
Is burning dry.

Do not pronounce me,
I am only of the book.

Ariana Cherry 2014

This poem was created using “magnetic poetry”- a collection of magnetic words and phrases you form together to make a poem.
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