Poem – “Naked Eye towards Naked Love” – Romanticism – 1/17/2021

Something wells
Up from the longest stream of pain,
The blackest shore

Of the tormenting void.

So slender, that I forgot
Of you
That does not rest
So plentifully
In this wearied mind.

Your face,
A notion of something slow

To bury itself,
Stings me with clarity for a loss.

The eyes,
Those hollow cries,
Those other faces
That never depart, so readily.

You scream
Of the land’s defeat,
A quietness eludes you,
As I succumb to you.

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