The London Hours, 2012



following a long winter rain
tears falling on a wet
lonely bosom
I breath many
short and close
small, compacted
a vision after another
slim as a trail out
of a dark maze
punches, songs to my
heart, reconciled
your beauty sipping in
the scum dried on me
washed out, left on the
ground among dirt
where worms thrive



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