Face With A Name

She’s got a name
I’m just not sure
ours go together well.
She sees in me
what I see not
the bitter blue flaws
hide behind starry eyes.
The winding road caters
to her selfless anarchist
rage to kiss me
until my lungs burst.
Her name draws an
eerie silence laced with
images I can’t reveal.

Twitter – @AC0040

(© 2022 AC)

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