3 kwietnia 2019
Intensity Of A Flame
Without audible conflict
I invoke your face
from withered names.
It was always a big NO,
when I would seek comfort
in high sounding verdicts.
An unspoken, painful,
agony to script for an
unwritten foe.
The muscle will twitch
involuntarily, to taste
one’s own ink.
In the waning moon
I will come at your door
to ask for a poem.
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