Gift From An Angel
your secrets billow like smoke
then dissipate slowly in my ears
if I want to make love
I look at you
if I want to write a poem
I look through you
the other side a place
where our hearts bathe
in cold glib pools
that bare such a fiery true
inspiration
Copyright © Ricky Muse | Year Posted 2019
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