Posted in Poetry, Prose

My Cursive Words

My cursive words
crossed swords
with her loving pen,
scattering my
love letters about
the room,
Her stare, cutting
me down in the middle
of my sentences
made me see
that she alone
was the recipient
of my passions, penned
Denying all others
from enjoying
my thoughts…

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American living in Denmark.

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