Pete's Poetry

…To find her gone
Blank like the memory
Of my fiction

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Cupid’s Discovery

Posted by in A little Burst o Truth, Poems

I love a child
A newborn smile
A great cry
From a firm slap
To the supple bottom
Of my quiet words

Her cheeks dimple
But smirking chastity
Chases the dream away

I scribble over and over
White on white
As she disappears behind
A liquid corner
I spill around
To find her gone
Blank like the memory
Of my fiction

Yet smiling, dancing
Ink-wise
Flowing
To return amid airs
To attend
To await poison
To take cursive
Arrows of passion

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  1. i love poetry because it is a way of expressing my own feelings.”-‘

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