Pickles of Poetry

ILLUSORY If I write fire, I become cold if I write ice, I am burned poetic illusion I write ... CALL When life calls, death... I just resist ... BETRAYAL The sea from there salting you ... The sea here is so blasé ... Hiccups Oh sea! me here, she there, white moonlight ... I here the solar ...! FALSEHOOD Insincere Siamese Sisters: Left, Right ...! PLATONISM I love her without having her, she has me and doesn't love, ah! platonic love...