she's got eyes like the sun
and a body as beautiful as the moon
phasing in and out of conscious
only for a touch of her pain
a subset of my bondage
and baggage left out in the cold
where a wisp of the wind
will call out our names in total sync
metal upon the Leda
a lover fought to fend for you
may my lungs be used well
to suit the heart we've sewn anew
a ghost, an apparition
a moment, a miss
a love, the locusts
the death of peace of mind
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
