Poems

HER CHOSEN ONE

this nearness
is not
quite enough
for her attention

perhaps
no one
in this world
could seduce her

inside
she is
full of love
for her chosen one

 

IN MY DREAM

in sleep
I fade
out
as moths
hum

I am
a light
bulb
in my
dream

full of
love, moths
die
for my
light

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