Aug 2014
The Poet strips bare
the wounded Soul,
that it may bleed
upon the page
for all to see.
The Lover sees
the futility of
staunching
the flow,
for the Poet
would have
nothing
left to
give.
the wounded Soul,
that it may bleed
upon the page
for all to see.
The Lover sees
the futility of
staunching
the flow,
for the Poet
would have
nothing
left to
give.
