Dear,
the twists and turns of thought when I don't smile,
But why? Two people who are at extremes,
and "us" - a dream, through no fault of mine.
I wonder, when you question and debate,
and when return, exhausted to your quiet,
do you remember how two souls relate?
and how eyes burn, limbs touch and hold, entwine.
And no words can now express what's lost
I cannot fashion life, nor fate, nor time,
So lovingly, I tear what's utmost
"Dear ____,", crumpled up, I turn and bleed a rhyme.
To be published in "A Celebration of Poetry"
American Poets Society
ISBN: 0-9743429-5-5
Свидетельство о публикации №102042900269