A Note. Poem by Steven Silent Wolf

A Note.



a note.

a fragment of your imagination
I fell down
dead at your feet
and am lying there still
but you put your hand
under my shirt
my blood moved again
and mouth to mouth
I gulped your breath
like coming up from water
too cold too deep.

thanks,
Steve

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