Monday, May 22, 2017

Shorn Valentine

One stalk missed the blade
And a few huddled over there
Perfection includes imperfection
The way kindness includes insults
Until the exception becomes the rule
What interests me
Threatens me
With misapprehension
Of my self-projection
Over the whole field

Of shorn sunlight
I cannot see myself
Anywhere until
I find myself in you

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