Someone Reads Me - Poem by CIRCE TABASAS

Just as I think I should pause and
End this stuff
Another one comes and says
Nuts! I like what you are driving at

I, doubt

Lingering to this kind of appreciation
Opulent, she could be
Volatile as passing sweet musk perfume
Eggshell white-pure well meant and

Yes, I may give this stuff a chance
Over and over again, what some sad people in
Utmost need could be, what I can fill in.

Last night
Out in the open space where darkness reigns
Vouchsafe, as I see it I am an
Egregious error to myself

Much as I want
Ever shall I reconsider options to proceed

Take time
Occults may work this time
Over a love that may not come in a lifetime.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2008

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