I wonder
if after all the jokes
and smiles and laughs
someone is keen enough
to see a disarray inside.
A mess,
some loose screws,
a broken gear,
rusted chains and cogs.
No matter,
no matter.
All is well outside.
YOU ARE READING
Mon Amour - Poems of Love
PoetryI want to fathom your depths. What makes your galaxy ebb, and stir, and swirl. I want to know where your universe crosses mine, whether you've seen the same stars as I have. Whether your love eclipses mine.
