Sometimes, I write poems.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Why have we not seen it yet?
It was a whimpering appeal -- not unlike the deflation
of desire. But the pace was maintained, lockstep
we were marching toward an explanation, or not.
Passing The Earl of Sussex, then Nicholas Hoare
you again moaned
? Cried fatigue
if nothing else would keep you from this meeting.
But then we turned to the left and entered a courtyard.
I admit, I was startled when the clanging of my own skull
against the statue rivaled the clamor of your lips.
c. Ciprianowords, Inc. 2010
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