I see a new poet
Is she looking at me?
We seem to connect
Her reading so raw
Damaged
Naked
But farewell flits fumbly...
She walks away alone
I watch myself
walking away
alone
Another poet sits next to me
Unshaven ankle below braless beauty
My heart tears at its cage
to pound on her lap
while my bereft body
blows away
A third poet
i impregnate!
(on the morrow)
(in my mind)
Of all the stunning poets
why do these three touch me most?
The answer not nearly
so obvious
as it
seems
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