No thoughts of me
The words will come
if I don’t look; reveal
to you my heart, and
drape, blood-red, my
inner-truth, like wine
within a glass. I’ve
sipped upon this life
we’ve made, and found
it sour and small, and yet
you wait, to drink
the rest; no thoughts
of me, at all.
Photo prompt from Magpie Tales
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2012/08/mag-129.html
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