Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Poem #66 The Cynosure

Cloud space
Heart dissembles quickly
An always alien action
Rule off Mr. Man
The man who loves her today and tomorrow
And the next day touches her
Stops mid-sentence.
Tremble notices her face in the mirror 
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