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feast day

you
want a piece
of me

my love
my heart
my soul

you
have the tools
to make that happen

leave nothing
but
the bones

Rene~September 30, 2012

For Magpie Tales
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"It Must Be Time For Lunch Now", 1979, Francesca Woodman



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  1. JinksySeptember 30, 2012 at 8:46 AM

    A cannibal lunch? LOL

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  2. ScarletSeptember 30, 2012 at 9:07 AM

    Nice...leaving nothing but the bones though is a sad one ~

    Happy Sunday ~

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  3. UnknownSeptember 30, 2012 at 9:15 AM

    To be consumed by love
    I think that would be wonderful!

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  4. Magaly GuerreroSeptember 30, 2012 at 10:42 AM

    Nothing like a bit of good old loving cannibalism to start a good Sunday. Just kidding on the flesh-eating part.

    I love the organic feelings your words inspire. And the speaker's passion, to be willing to give it all--through pain, even.

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  5. Brian MillerSeptember 30, 2012 at 10:54 AM

    ha i like your consumed by love much more than the thought that ran through my head honestly...maybe it was the use of tools which sounds a bit impersonal....

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    1. UnknownSeptember 30, 2012 at 3:31 PM

      If I came off impersonal I apologize... It's just that my time is expensive... Just a half an hour for lunch :)
      Heh...smiles

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    2. KatherineOctober 2, 2012 at 6:18 AM

      Consumed by love is a great kind of consumption I reckon. Nothing quite like a bit of love for breakfast, lunch & dinner. I like your Magpie Rene, well done!

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    3. UnknownOctober 2, 2012 at 4:26 PM

      Thank you for your kind words, Katherine.

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  6. GailSeptember 30, 2012 at 10:57 AM

    Wow! I did not hear cannibalism for one second. I only heard passion and desire.

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  7. christopherSeptember 30, 2012 at 11:54 AM

    If it feels this good being used,
    then, baby, use me up!
    *paraphrasing Bill Withers*

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  8. Irish GumboSeptember 30, 2012 at 12:02 PM

    Devoured then transformed...I think of passion and desire, Shiva and Vishnu, annihilation and reformation. There are cycles here, deep and potent. I bow to you, madam.

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  9. UnknownSeptember 30, 2012 at 12:09 PM

    I adore the cycles, the love and the passion and desire. Beautifully penned, Rene. Thank You for sharing. =D

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  10. Other MarySeptember 30, 2012 at 1:20 PM

    Yum.

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  11. Jenne' R. Andrews September 30, 2012 at 1:53 PM

    Wonderful dance w/ the erotic connection of hunger/eating with the whole body-- xxxj

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  12. Vinny CSeptember 30, 2012 at 3:24 PM

    My kind of meal.

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  13. UnknownSeptember 30, 2012 at 3:44 PM

    There are comments there? I never check! Thank you for coming here to comment. Sorry about that.

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  14. UnknownSeptember 30, 2012 at 3:45 PM

    Happy, happy meal :)

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  15. Doctor FTSESeptember 30, 2012 at 9:55 PM

    Tasty.

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  16. Dave KingOctober 1, 2012 at 5:24 AM

    Yes, I'd go for a bit of this!

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  17. HelenOctober 1, 2012 at 12:58 PM

    Ooooh, I would love being loved like this!!!

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  18. JeffOctober 2, 2012 at 8:35 AM

    But leave enough ~ thou may renew ~ and you may give again ~ and again.

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  19. ~T~October 2, 2012 at 1:21 PM

    Ooh, a challenge! Nice.

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  20. Tess KincaidOctober 2, 2012 at 2:45 PM

    The best kind of love...

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  21. Tumblewords:October 3, 2012 at 1:26 PM

    Delicious!

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  22. hjdbedfbOctober 4, 2012 at 8:58 AM

    This is awesome! :D You have written it so well :D

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  23. Silent Otto October 4, 2012 at 9:19 AM

    Devourimg is a type of love, much more common than one would suppose !

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