“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sunday, November 24, 2019
Witness whiteness
Who is watching?
I feel-
Enough.
It was
-not needed
any more
Love
you sooo much
rains candy,
Sugar name drop not
Justify
Too
it is complicated,
intricate, entanglement-
through
close contact-
intertwined
and inevitable.
You see. You do.
You are-I am too.
Kiss me
Aloud
if you can
in this tension
of Presently,
Let me
land-
(softly) Held,
holding
your gazing heart
that embers
Into
Ashen skin
before
All of This
living in sin
bore witness
To.
Finally,
just
what do you wish
to be called?
Painting by Franz Dvorak, c. 1927 in [Public domain].
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