Misnomer (I) Poem by Leon Moon

Misnomer (I)

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She lives in pretence, a carcass, celibacy of presence,
Fixed in idleness, I am her God to mine,
Parted by the touch of a kiss, irony of prescience,
Devouring in likeness her God, to mine.

Sunday, July 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: irony,loneliness,love
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