because I am an artist:
I have mastered
methods to think him;
like a breath or blink
I repeat him; and in
the scrape of seconds
slung between dawn
and dusk, I paint his
hands as heat on me
but to write him
in a simple poem?
impossible.
because I am an artist: I have mastered methods to think him; like a breath or blink I repeat him; and in the scrape of seconds slung between dawn and dusk, I paint his hands as heat on me but to write him in a simple poem? impossible. Author notes
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