remnants of identity

trapped within a name remnants of identity like a veil, torn but precariously screening me like the partition between two lands like two eyes that synchronize but can never meet past the delicate bridge of the nose a delicious longing a secret passage.. the third eye *** from where this poem started off to where … Continue reading remnants of identity

no name

some relationships have no name try as you might they defy definition almost as though they never exist anonymous unattested accomplices like a tasty secret crush of cotton wool flighty fancy imagery don't sculpt out a silhouette or reveal into recognition if pulled to the level of mortality they lose the status of infinity if you have … Continue reading no name