I Bit My Lip

I bit my lip
wanting it to feel
the sting, the retort
not denying it
what my hands felt
as I gathered the
burning nettles
of my morning soup,

Alas, alas
those green devils
losing their bite
when meeting
the boiling water
denying others
the numbing feelings

I considered then
a bit of salt
to rub into
the wound
thus making the recipe


Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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