I'm not this thing of hanging skin
and empty flapping bulk arranged
on plastic bones for all to see
I am
not this.
I'm what I
used to be,
just temporarily
estranged
and waiting for
the key to fill
and stretch me
back to real,
which will be you.
When deep into
your eyes, I'll
steal
And you'll see me
just as I was. And I
will be, for you
just 'cause.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Monday, June 05, 2023
apparition
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