Your Only Poem
By Fun Ben
in maturity, and a dedication to correctness despite urges which clamour for release, egress, resolution; this poem will never be sent. this is my one cry of possiblity. you and I are not children and this is not our first time finding one another. we had a broken stumbled handclasp bond, then a reversal of estrangement; turned your own and back to me. this is my one poem for you, this will never be sent. whatever else happens I value your silence and will respond in kind.I defy your saccharine idols. Written April 3rd, 2002 © on Apr 02 2002 03:48 PM PST 0 • 10
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