Lame Ducks

We think so much,
And try to touch,
All Answers, all Desires,
And all we have,
Is one small crutch,
That says, 'Not yet,
Go Higher'

by Sandra Feldman

Comments (4)

burns in your gaze devouring me as if I were nothing more to you than a piece of meat- it is the punishment of loving you......... is to be sacred........ when it falls down to carnality, then it loses its tremendous joy....... than ku dear poetess for this poem. tony
why would u write somthing like that
Great poem, but it's still disgusting.
Tthats gross............