I asked
Solemnity to tea.
He seemed to
want to be with me.
We took a
walk when we were done
with Lapsang
Souchong, and a bun,
and slowly
all the streets grew dark.
It was then
he made his mark
upon my soul,
a lover’s bite –
which took
away my waking sight
and dumped me
in the heavy dim
which
constituted most of him.
He brought me
to his central spot.
He was
lonely, I was not.
With force, I
pushed away from this:
and fled his yearning, and his kiss..
1 comment:
Still reading every day. This one especially caught my fancy; found myself re-reading it over and over. Quite the saga unfolding in this little bit of beautifully crafted verse.
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