The view from up here by Marsha Singh

Dec 2010

You kneel to see my
upward angles,
catch handfuls of my

white
hot
words.

You smolder, plead;

I sigh
and seethe,
but

I don't know
this savage heart
within me, so I

breathe,
breathe,
breathe.

Written by

Marsha Singh

792

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