And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
See see see, I am here, right here you see First you turned me on Turned me like a marble From words of garble Round and round In your fingers Round and round In your head Only a first draft You said, Wait till the...
With flooded eyes, you look at her face, You hear her calling you, You straighten your focus, Already bone taut, Already seeing only her, Hearing only her, No, no, you don’t want anyone else, Anything else, just...
“Here, take these glasses,” said she, When I said I can’t see the Totality. Still seeing only darkness, I mumbled to myself, “Why I still can’t see it, even with these?” I turned...
Sunday afternoon I am quiet, with aspiration. I haven’t spoken for nearly forty hours. Through the glass windows, I hear the top of the trees rustling. I think the leaves are getting ready to mourn me. Soon the...
Lazy spring afternoons, like today Sun, busy packing for a full on summer, Shows up with loads of longing for her. Keeping me quiet, pining for her crazy. While she, a million miles away, Coiled up, quiet, her love, her...
Saying “this grave is for you” you put me to sleep one night, Years ago. Erased me from your memory. Now, when our lost intimacy presses my heart, I roll up my full sleeves, touch my naked forearms...
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