Poem #87

Take me. Take all of me, place
your hands over the wounds and
stop the bleeding. Fix my posture
and spread my lips into a smile.
Take a piece of the moon’s
reflection in the window and put
some shine back in my eyes.
Take me – I said looking at the
person in the mirror.

14 replies on “Poem #87”

Frankly, whoever that person is – you could do better! 😉

She seems a little out of sorts at the moment! 🙂

Romantic Love can be a ‘Wicked Game’… i far prefer the Real Thing.


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