burst like bubbles when I reach
to make them real.
A delightful shining thing when first conceived.
A Perfect sphere
My desires reflected in soapsud tension
Romeo and Juliet
That which to me is ‘bidden
Is my only wound and only dressing
That which, from you I bottle:
The only poison worth possessing.
Sentinel Poetry (Online) #46
The International Journal of Poetry & Graphics...since 2002
Editor: Amatoritsero Ede