On My Martha Brae MindA Poem by Azalea Rose
This bill isn't high as usual, but I still must pay it.
A "must" isn't an absolute "always", just thought I'd say it. Nature is rarely akin to a man and his financial fondling. My rooms a bit small but it's here that I may dwell. My body isn't me, but I guess I'm just a fleshy shell. A starry night on the sea and he's only looking at me. The chatter we escape to find our way to the clouds. He whispers in my ear, "It just was a bit too loud." The stars inside me glitter and he mistakes me for the sky. A beautiful night indeed, just you and I. This moment with us forever, White flags up to show we give up time; we surrender.
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