for her,
being out of love
was like
being a fish
out of water ;
no wonder she was
a lifeless thing
with starved lungs
and empty eyes
when it had been
too long
since the last breath
of passion
had renewed her blood.
at the first sting
of a new affection,
she
came
ALIVE
DU LIEST GERADE
• one more cup of coffee •
Poesie{ if peace is what i'm after, i'm going nowhere fast } ~ rusty clanton ; one more cup of coffee 9/21/17 - #75 in poetry
