Why Me?

Tiny dimpled arms

Reach out in foggy hazes

As piteous cries, rent

Night’s velvety skin~

The unborn get born

In the interstices

Of the living, dead

Or dead, living?

There is love and then there is love

Bodies melding passionately

Birth new bodies as pictures in picture

Get the picture?

Lovers almost turned towards maturity

Mantle of tenderness set to loom

In the happening, life miraculously unfolding

Then that awful falling off face of earth ~

Bruised solar plexus

Bleeding guts lament

In the forests of dreams

Bewildered wails pleading “why me”


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