Saturday, September 2, 2017

Darker Valentine

Unlike me he doesn’t
Like things that aren’t
Good for him like me
And yet he loves me
Because of a darker will
That rises to a thin line
Of magenta and then carmine
And finally the yellow-green
I hoped for like the light
On the first fall morning
Unlike me he doesn’t crave
And pull at things
But gathers it all up
In one embrace of love

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