Stella, My Beloved Poem by Harlequin Rose

Stella, My Beloved



Her heart and mine
stitched from end to end
my beloved.

She's not faithful to me
but my senses push against her devotion
I think nothing of it.

Stella, in the night
cigarette burning red at the tip
more than real tonight
because tomorrow doesn't exist.

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