i see her face everywhere. it is illuminated each time by the kisses and touches of lunar things. misty evenings in fields of tall grass, only the singing crickets hearing the whispered poetry. i whisper this poetry to her.
i think i'm not ready to move on. i know who she is. she knows who i am. i am content with that. i do not wish to watch her leave my skin. this is enough. seeing her face is enough. good luck x. treat her right.
i feel like i'm talking to a mirror
YOU ARE READING
the veiled lady/hailstones between my teeth
Poetrythere is nothing out there there is nothing beyond this here this is it *** 12/16/23 first book of poetry there is nothing beyond
