UntitledA Poem by Wilyem Clark
In the drug of the moment,
Things get said, Imperishables like Forevermore, and I think I love you. But then you coast down to Less ethereal levels, And the dizziness ends, And the corpuscles darken, And awareness kicks in, And you turn to your partner, Sigh, "Wasn't that fun!" As you vow not to speak of This folly to anyone. © 2022 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on May 4, 2022 Last Updated on May 4, 2022 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more.. |

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