I plan to hold you
ever still within my heart
though it may kill me
For the poison is
the memory of your face
the day you left me
Remove the stopper
and drink down that vile vial
Treachery toasted
Days left on the vine
dry in the sun unchosen
for a better wine
(December 23rd, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
