Irene Michele Zarr Poems

The sweet, hollow musk;
the heavy cloud of sweetened rain
reaches my nose once again
as I turn on my heels to see if you're there.
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Soaring sounds in symmetry
speak to souls in silent sanctuary.
Songs and sighs send shivers
down the spines of saved and sinner,
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I thought I had lost it.
That black, rubber-coated,
metal jagged-edged firestarter
The last remembrance
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I don’t feel right without you
My right hand feels naked
and I can’t think straight.
My fingers ache to wrap around you,
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