by Roger Still
Fix
In a succession of obsessions
You are the new fix
It is your chemical
Sweet odor
I crave and my contentment
Requires your addition.
A Personal Nature
The letter is written with
My name on it
That is not your signature
That is not your syntax
I know it when I see it
Because I know you deeply
As anyone is known
Do not offer fabrication
When the original is so clear.
Thorn
Without caution, you will be pricked
And, unlike the fairy rhymes, you will
Not fall into a slumber and wake to find
A prince, rather you will just bleed
Like anyone other human.
ROGER STILL is a new writer. He describes himself as "southern to the core" and was born and raised in West Virginia. Visit his website here.
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