An amazing poem -
"But while he speaks, he’ll wear his shunner’s mask,
Will not look at me full-mast, will touch my regrown tail,
Wearing black like an officer, and stand. A single tear will
Venture down his face, in my open regard, while I
Match his offset gaze with my crotch-stabbed sorrow, yet,
Like always, in this way we will be paired: I will not laugh."
My goodness. Those are great lines. Wonderful selection, Didi. And an outstanding piece, Heather.
Thanks so much, Didi and Sam! I was so pleased to have work at MiPOesias! :) All warmest to both, H
Beautiful pairing, Heather and Didi.
That's so delicate and beautiful. Wonderful poem, Heather.
Wow, thanks so much, Ann and Roberta! :) xo
Congratulations! Nice work.
Beautiful.