ComplexA Poem by JRNobody talks to me about poetry or lust anymore I have to make it up myself driving down into the valley, hand on the wheel but my head in the clouds wondering about small breaths and free verse combining the curve of an ankle and hand on the breast with stanza breaks mesh of flesh, night sweat, complex has become my imagery of sex like a pistol, working components that can take or give depending on the mood nobody talks to me about anything anymore but I am good company for myself, though always lonely. © 2020 JR |
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Added on January 8, 2020 Last Updated on January 8, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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