The Books We Read Poem by Rehan Hyder
The Books We Read
The Bones Out had to be second hand
So I may run my fingers all over it
Letting your accidently left thoughts
Mate with mine
Picked Sylvia Plath myself
Unused fresh like lemons yet to be noticed
I ganged up the aisle set up my monarchy
Ordered your pervasive, persuasively
Present absence to accept my authority
Thence I ruled and lived alone somehow ever after
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5/7/2024 4:26:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
As always beautiful and deep. Love and Light!