September 27th, 2020.
Someone asked me to describe my lover- to write to them why I love them and what makes them beautiful (to me).
To that I asked who my lover was
For I had many.
Was it my youthful love? Who is fond of late summer doldrums and early autumn teas?
Or maybe my adventurous one? Who always finds quaint hostels in the sides of the Swiss mountains after a hike?
He couldn't have meant my Shade? That Muse Melpomena herself visits often and where I go at dawn, and return from, to twilight?
Born anew?
Do you know what he said?
My lover was male.
"What was I?"
So bland. My shock was understandable.
Palpable.
What else could I have been?
Just as my lovers were we were like-souls through and through.
So if I must describe my "male lover" to them I'd write:
[...That the night we will share again promise morning ablutions...]
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Ambience (Poetry Book 2)
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. This is my second book of poetry with the first, "Poems of the Atmos". Unless mentioned otherwise, none of the photos are mine. The book cover was made by me with Canva a...
