We make love like jackals at a kill;
fall back empty of each other,
of ourselves.
–Sarah Russell
First published in one-sentence poems
For Poets United Mid-week theme “Lust”
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We make love like jackals at a kill;
fall back empty of each other,
of ourselves.
–Sarah Russell
First published in one-sentence poems
For Poets United Mid-week theme “Lust”
Photo source
Yes, when it happens that way, one does feel empty of themselves. Well said.
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Yup.
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frantic.
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Indeed.
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Powerful words
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Thanks, Marja.
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That sounds like ravenous behaviour!
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I know. 🙂
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Swift! Goodness! Powerful writing.
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Thanks, Susan.
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Wow!!!
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🙂
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Yep. Lust can be that fierce and all consuming.
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Sort of takes over sometimes, doesn’t it.
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It certainly does. Some of us are lucky with it. But others… not so much.
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“fall back empty of each other,”…Ha, this happens 🙂
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Yup. 🙂
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Will never look at a jackal the same way again!!! 🙂
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Snarling, hungry beasts — jackals… 🙂
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Brilliantly put Sarah! I love this!
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Thanks a lot, Carrie!
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Perfect! says everything about the hunger.
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Thanks a lot, Sara!
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I wonder if I’ll find your poem in the thesaurus next to Lust? It seems an apt description. Love it!
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Not sure Roget will read it — or is even still alive… But that’s high praise, Vivian. Thanks!
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😊
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