New Poem by Karen Touzalin

New



Honestly
I am unfamiliar with the new you,
but i am warm with images,
of you, as yet
unripened and unformed.
Memories of a friendship carved in haste, when we were young,
lie dormant
only now spring to life, inundated
by the force of your rain.
Tonite I am formed, molded by your fantasy
Blossoming softly
under a careful
definition
of love.

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Karen Touzalin

Karen Touzalin

Kingston, Jamaica
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