Jim Trainer

W.

In poem, Poetry, Uncategorized on May 14, 2016 at 11:26 pm

I miss your spell
the swarm&coil of the bed
your sex, serpent like
and your eyes
almond swatches of
sapphire&sea
come in damp at the corners
We can lie down and breathe
I wish for you
as the black ink soaks
into the white page
I miss your spell

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