STANLEY PACION Poems
Her disease, it said,
'Dark around and within,
But outside, far outside, it's all light.'
'I'm a beggar,
My richness, my excitement, my genital,
All that shines outside,
I am empty.'
Love, Lovely, Love
When it comes to love
We are all in the dark.
Has ever been able to measure its quality,
Figure affection using calculus.
No high-powered lens,
Though we see the architecture,
The starry clouds which make the heavens,