Our realities were merging to
Copulate and produce beautiful,
Upon the most beautiful
Of babies.
Have I not written enough for you lately?
My sincerest of apologies
Are found in the back pocket
Of my jeans…
Folded and tarnished
At the seams.
And you, my love,
How do you feel like one of
My childhood dreams?
Panned out in a panoramic
Timeline of memories and vacancies -
Spreading out limb […]
All These Rooms
An online poetry workshop.
