Pieces Poem

December 6, 2013
artificial identity
love and bitter tea
mix in one drop

is a beautiful word
it implies
hidden whispers,
love letters
beneath a mattress
beneath an umbrella
beneath sheets.

the closing of a dor
juxtaposed against
water, seems
too bright
and yet implies
a layer of solitude
and practicality

to be called
Last Chance
is an honor
of the final hour

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