Apr 2023
A drop of blood in rain
makes a watercolor,
as wine spilled on a letter
to a secret lover.
I paint with words.
You pose for these lines
heavy with lust, lost loves
over many lifetimes.
makes a watercolor,
as wine spilled on a letter
to a secret lover.
I paint with words.
You pose for these lines
heavy with lust, lost loves
over many lifetimes.
(76/M/New Bern, NC)
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