the silence, the loneliness, the poems of mine
all’re same all’re wired. Even if I try writing
a love poem I’ll write on the warmth the bed
holds after love; I’ll write dryness of mouth
not the taste of lips. vacant, long, blank,
they’re my moxie, they’re my alias.
bear with me readers. I write, solitude,
of sultry disturbance, of my loneliness,
many poems; sometimes different…
—xx–
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“I’ll write dryness of mouth
not the taste of lips.” Powerful! Great piece.
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Thank you…keep visiting…hope you will like my writing like this one…
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This is really hood
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I think it was a typo…thanks for stopping by & reading & commenting…keep visiting…
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