Dissipate
DISSIPATE
when you flicker
on and off
I cannot touch you…
your essence
when I put my
fingers into the
flames of your heart
will they burn
or dissipate
like opiates
and nauseous
capsules of hate..
that inflate my
dying ego
Conversations with a like-minded poet
© Kim van Breda—4 December 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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