A Life Self Serving Itself Poem by Dorsey Baker

A Life Self Serving Itself



Baby I used to be your taste
and you used to be mine
but the taste and the flavor
changed
now we drink a different wine
and now we brush our teeth
with a different toothpaste
and look at ourselves
in a different way
and the words always
come out wrong
no matter what we say
baby we can no longer
see the sun
only the shadow as
it cast
itself upon
such a stormy past

Sunday, August 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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