Endorphin Sweets Poem by Zyw Zywa

Endorphin Sweets



Sometimes I need someone

let us have a chat
meet somewhere here
or in a conversation box

we could laugh together
and share some
endorphin sweets

cutting isn't enough
red lines, welling up
from my heart

the kerfs of my tribe
saw teeth, welling up
from my heart

and read my poetry
red lines, welling up
from my heart

Saturday, March 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: heart song
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
For Siera Mayhew

Tribe: the Niúachi = People of the River Mouth, the Missouria tribe


Siera: from Sierra = saw, mountain range

Collection "Bruises"
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
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