This Poet's Dream

These are the fluid lines that spill forth…

Month: March, 2015

Haiku #61

The shadow seeks warmth
A pleasured hand upon flesh
Moment captured there

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Tonight, 2/28/15

I have a million poems at the tip of my tongue
Ready to
Spit forth the truth
Unto those who have fled, escaping
Ready to
Unleash the fires
That burn in my chest
The truth
That lies to my heart
Each moment that you steal my attention
Each moment that you rob me of knowing
The unequivocal truth
Behind the maze of lies
Built upon castles made of sand
It is your tower to watch fall
It is I who has been burned, yes
Yet burn shall ye
Who have attempted to steal my love in haste