Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2019
Underline me in that little black book
of your mind’s eye,
tapping a pencil on your teeth
and remember when
last time I saw your face
was the last time
was the last time.

And there can be no desire
hotter, brighter, fitter
than obsession in miniature.
Miss Tabitha Devereaux
  268
     CnΓ©, ---, Son of golden soil and avalon
Please log in to view and add comments on poems