behind
uneven
a surface behind tears
justice a word we speak
and the magnolia
keeps its flowers
under cover
dress made
of the thinnest silk
the one I choose
you a man
sending messages
as days pass
from a minute
into and on to
my untuned need
hands clutched
eyes
emptiness a room
as I slip
breaking a part
playing the third act
looking backwards
seeking the uneven surface
behind tears
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-28 at 22:45
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