Infatuate, Or Sweet Centerless Sixteen Poem by Michael Burch

Infatuate, Or Sweet Centerless Sixteen



Inconsolable as "love" had left your heart,
you woke this morning eager to pursue
warm lips again, or something "really cool"
on which to press your lips and leave their mark.

As breath upon a windowpane at dawn
soon glows, a spreading halo full of sun,
your thought of love blinks wildly—on and on...
then fizzles at the center, and is gone.

Monday, May 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: youth
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Originally published by Shot Glass Journal
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