9/17/13:
I'm sure your flowers will wilt for me and
your weeds will cling beneath my bones and teeth for time much overdue.
But for now, I would love to climb about your stems.
And if one day, I find a floret of yours weaving the aisles in my mind,
I will smile.
Because I will be reminded that if only for a moment,
I formulated the only candor in my life
when I told you,
"You ruin me".
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The Sagittarius
PoetryThe Sagittarius is a chronological collection of poems I've written over the past year and a half that are all specific to one topic. Some are very brief and some are longer.
