— a poem of potpourris.
Don’t hide.
Provide me with the words and I’ll arrange them.
Published in
Jan 15, 2021
I know those eyes;
those warm subtle grays and
the torments they conceal.
I know those stares.
The strongest most determined fixation;
an idée fixe of the mind.
I know your state.
How you’re faced with aberrant sierras
that transcend your disposition.
I know your heart;
that tender, forbearing temple
with demons you never deserved.
You try your best to stand but
I know you
and how you’re so see-through.
