POETRY, Syllable Tapestries

Love,

Love,

What a pretentious verb.

What does it really mean?

I embrace you

I sentence you.

I die of you.

 

My life flows with it.

With time

I’ve built dams about

Using pieces of rubble.

Such a muddy heart.

A syllable tapestry.

A man touched by the moon.

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