Disposable Poetry

poems written on the fly

Radiant Heat

Posted by D. James on 24 April 2008

You tell me who
you are
in small ways

Not what you say
but when

I feel you
even after you’ve gone

The waiting hurts
like someone is
pulling something
out of my middle
by degrees

There are
three cures
You
Time
or Death

I’m still deciding

(D. James)

One Response to “Radiant Heat”

  1. Ink Says:

    Nice. I like this one.

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