I'M...My... Do You? Poem by France Tamaca

I’m...

my delusion

my waste of time

my full-blown wreckage

my sumptuous crime

my purloined zillion

my winged beast

my touch of danger

my spoiled kiss

my own alien

my most fragile bone

my coldest of fire

in a world unknown…

I FALL.

yet now I’m waiting

to be seen

to be heard

to be felt

to be loved

can you see me?

can you hear me?

can you feel me?

do you love me now?

DESPITE ALL? ? ?







(written: February 2007)