Monday, April 13, 2015

Retired

Someone else always said it better
Or so I've said since these letters retired
I'd given up the pen
And taken up a beer
Until today, when these feelings reappear
Something stirring in this cold old soul
Turmoil boiling spilling out over onto this page
A sharp pain, my sweet old muse

I taste your sweet lips again

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