I swear, I don’t, do you?
Her slight, his consequence… misaddressed words.
She didn’t say he didn’t mind
he lied telling her the truth
beyond lust his hand in hers
Found her voice he lost his
she opened up he felt inside
his words her words their silence
Word perturbed boundaries… diffusion of souls.
‘Shorts – a take on poetry’ in six words…
First thoughts ill-advised, second maybe better.
Never dated… his poems laid confused.
He thought… she said, ‘That’s something.’
Young again? Can’t be… remembered, forgotten.