Friday, December 24

replying, of kinds

no you do not write well
why you even write what
you never see
the cliche
the dead moth's dearest
but the body.
its soul
rising smiles
at your word
and its not even
great, or great
what do i call this
this error
do i let it stay
and grow on the heart's
plane or do i crush the
soul and scorn beloved
beloved, or coldly.