Come And Goes In Waves Poem by Meghan Fenwick-Boland

this is a fictional life,
I'm not being facetious,
but when lovers gaze
Young Blood,


oh I cannot pretend,
it is hard to say
the reason for it is not known-
conversable in a common way

the sheer inanity,
of the condition

reasoning is fallacious
but when lovers gaze

the most unreal, irresistible force
inundation of prayerful meditation and devotion

and most of the work is ostensibly
the product of
someone's imagination