Nothing much happened during ordinary time. This was after the feasts ended, after the presents had been put away, after the wrapping paper was thrown away. . .
...I was art, you said, you wanted me, And I wanted to call you mine. But you chose another lover, And you let the cup run dry.
I set a lovely table, I offered you my finest wine, But you had another appointment, And you let the cup run dry.You could have stayed with me, my dear, And I could have called you mine. But you chose to answer another desire, And you let the cup run dry.You said you wanted me,… Continue reading “I wish there was a treaty we could sign”
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(The formatting is not done by far yet, and what is enjambment, even? But at least here's some work :)) I must become, I must become - I am the winter witch, I am the lover, the dying lover, I am the blade that gnaws the wheat. I must keep becoming, a carapace sliding from… Continue reading 2 poem drafts
No trust please, we're anxious. Why is it so much work to connect?