He Poem by Cin Sweet
He
When the sun bleeds
On and through the window panes
Indiscriminately so
Him tasting of my sour skin
Seeing my trembling hands so white
Belly laughing, him a king of liars
Hiding behind my back
His black eyes feasting on
what's left of my brain
As he gently shuts the blinds
it's one of those poems that leaves me asking lots of questions.
Lot of depth, lots said in just a few lines........wow, this is great........marci. :)
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4/17/2024 7:53:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Sun bleeds on and on.......indiscriminately he behind your back........written beautifully