my love is scarlet
her poems once fell at my feet
like top heavy leaves
over moistened by dew
now
they have become the waters
that bathe my soul
in mist
even though
I'm already drowning
my skin was bruised
though now
its browning
§
sometimes
when I get stuck
for a rhyme
I cheat
I stop writing
with my right hand
and start writing
with my two feet
one foot holds down
the page
to keep it from
moving
out of range
while
the other foot
scribbles furiously
leaving footprints
to stamp out
the raging flames
§
I once read a chapter
in the book of eyes
and which page did not stare
winked
there was a page
which foretold
my entire life
but on that page
I blinked
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