goodbye
an after-effect of
love-making
cigarette
in hand a breathless
digest
to wooden patterns
staining the bare floor
dusted in leave
enchanted by the
misread swallow of
seed
still growing in my
belly and turning
flowers into
transcriptions of
love
thought
everything imagined comes to pass; proving how flawed and perfected is man’s creative power.
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