First
she was she
wanting to be
on top
reeling feeling
not quite a man
i sought
packing her bags
leaving a dear John
i slept
deeply sleeping
to forget but when
waking
missing a rib who
did this did and done
was another one
but not the same as
the other though named
not forgotten
perhaps the bottom
was better to the letter
L for love
or for Lilith who knew
this that though the
other
did come from a rib
mustn't i have come
from
her
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Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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