Dystopian Junk Mail

The Substitute Poem

thesubstitute poem

I am distracted by the beauty
of the morning skyline
where the golden eye
blinks between the legs
of two tall buildings Eyes
It makes me remember
how my ocean green eyes
splashed into your sea blue eyes
and how we wanted to teach each other
a new language
and a new love
but our sheets are too full
of other lovers and words
So take this poem
instead of my body
for now

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