Would you look for yourself in my poetry?
It's so obvious the way I've built a kingdom for you out of words. The way I mention your hair like a golden wheat field I just want to explore. Did you see a reflection of yourself in my Easter poem where I dreamt about you spinning me in the parking lot in my dress? The version of me with you spins so much in my mind, I'm dizzy. The time I lust after your hands to mold and caress me like a sculptor touched their clay. How many other men are artists? How many of the few could I possibly know?
Or will you flip over the many lines because how could it possibly be about you? Why would you want it to be about you?
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
