As S Er Ting
she wrote
that she
confirmed me
meaning her
flight
i knew
because
we con
firmed
each
other
it seems
dinosaur
ages ago
before
the supposed
comet hit
wiping out
exsistance
even while
they were
digesting
suggesting
suddenly so
violently i can't
even breath
while trying to
write this but
i'm a bit of
a survivalist
but my poetry
only exists
because
of her
and
so she
becomes
more then just
a lightning strike
but the rubbing of
wood
against
flesh get
ting a spark
to at least start
a flame
where as
she has not
but i have not
shaved pubicly
(spell check tried
to correct and
suggest that
perhaps i
meant
publicly)
but i'm not
into exposing
myself unless it
is with her poetry
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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