I Can’t Rest

HELLO AGAIN – I THOUGHT, JUST NOE MORE

 

     I can’t rest until I have seen you.

     I can’t see until I am blind with your fragrance

     I can’t even try to see if it is with you a longtime friend’s worth

     of wet hair and killer-eyes of fiendish frail life

     that doesn’t ale but it does pallid-starting fossil-fuel strong-time light

     It is with the rent and not the riot.

     I love you.

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: