the words behind the words are the ones that will overwhelm you the ones you cannot see the ones i withheld because they were not ready to tell you i love you.
deep veined and diabolical the cry of love reveals itself before and after i remove myself from it before and after it knew i was an instrument of solitude and fear.
I haven't been posting poems here for a while.
But I will start back on that.
Today.
I have been putting them on Tumblr, because the feedback is more immediate.
But starting today, I will simulcast them.
Here and there.
And bring over many of the ones that wound up there.
