This mark
I give to you
A cup full of promises
I know we are stories
But I like nonsense
A skin kiss
Between the objections
I dangle myself before your eyes
A magic trick
Illusion of something greater
Than is
This form I offer you
I think the bell is broken
I can’t make it sing
I package the past
In every drag
In every sigh
In every line
I write
It is here
That I don’t need
The pat on the head
Here I am not your pet
Here I am real and woman
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Yes
Loved it as I love them all. Beautiful and powerful. Always mighty, never whining.
Thank you again, Miss Kitty.
Write On,
Tryst

