tagNon-Erotic PoetryLit de paroxysm

Lit de paroxysm


never let go
before, and still,
white knuckles
around this stem

turning to a string
of dust

dissolving on a high note.

should I pray
for proper measures?
mumble apologies
into marble echoes?

maybe sing
for a thread
slipped through fingers,
left to drift


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