Rosy 4
You had our meeting
as a chat
like midnight bathers
haplessly skinny dipping
you had it to a fine art
I gave my best shot
like the brightest CV
I rendered my soul
and was found wanting
May I ask you
what are you truly looking for
like a jet plume in the sky
you jettison the natural order
whilst Rosy sleeps
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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