Poem: Believe me

 

Believe me,
your lips are drones
sweeping your face
even when They’re uptight
by handing out country matters
your eyes as lighthouses
shelter me from winged flickers
of the high water rained from the sky
waters become widows
they marry the eterity
existing between us

 

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