(11/26/1971 / New York)

A Garden Of Servile Vines

All day long I question
unanswered fate and inevitable truths.
their teasing haunts me.
where was I
when you happened?
didn't you realize
I wish to remove all between us,
to be clothed only in your whispered name...
acting a garden of servile vines
(inclined to wrap around you)
I will find a way back

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'to be clothed only in your whispered name...' a beautiful line! a beautiful poem. u.