p o e t r y
g a l l e r i e s


none
 


this morning
 


first love
 


the look
 


thoughts of nothingness
 


the box
 


struck
 


possession
 


salvation

    

POSSESSION

I can see you out my window
  Your cigarette glows
  As you puff gently from its filter.

My vertical blinds perfectly segment you.
  Your face. Your chest. Your loins.
I bring my bottle to my lips and dream.
I bring my camera to my eye and shoot.

Your legs crossed. Mine rigid.
  You laugh and go on with your perfect life.
  Yet I posses you.
Your image. Your being. Your soul
                           is mine.

Click

          Click

                     Sip

                             Sip

The glow continues to shine.
The smoke continues to rise.
And I will remain yours.

Always.

 

 

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