Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Prepared Valentine

If as a child I had not dreamed
Of the goddess of goodness
If I had not been crazed
By sea stories and mysteries
And not been allowed to fester
Like a boil on my adolescent ass
All summer long
If I had not been woken up
By sight of you as if
Childhood had resumed
In the heart this time
Of an aging frame
Then I would not be here

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