You were writing on my retina
By Myra Lochner
You were writing on my retina: I read you when you spelled my name in sunlight rays: "My Sun" I poured me over you - good mellow wine - which fired deep-rooted desire: "Drink me, Beloved"! "Why do you ask me that"? (you sounded slightly mad ...) "You know you're mine" Then you left me in that forgotten goblet where I lost my taste ... And now I scribble Love in sediment and shame myra Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 01:08 AM PST, Myra Lochner 0 • 12 • 8
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