Betsy Winters
Betsy Winters
I try drawing you from old memories
but can't get your eyes right. I don't see
the body that destroyed my earnest vows.
I can't see your warm young breasts and
nipples that grew so hard by my caress.
I can't see us dancing naked in the dark.
I wish I'd kept the photos. I cremated us
in an ashtray and I can't see us anymore.
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