Monday, July 31, 2023


 Poem #47

If you fall in love with a poet

It's too late

He's already fallen in love

With you 

If you say something clever

When the waiter brings the tiramisu

The poet will smile politely

He’s etched your words into his white plate 

The poet will remember things 

You’ve long forgotten

The feel of your foot against his palm 

Your cheekbones straining against the silk veil of ecstasy

You have to be prepared for heartache

The poet lives for this

Everything he’s ever wanted 

Are the words pulled from a black abyss


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