From Profiles
My own,
others together
I’ve seen and learned;
it is better to want
then to have
-the kiss-
for then the cause
is never ruined.
A Tired Refrain
The natural pose
is lost on me,
with no one there to see it
a picture is missed.
With no chance to stale,
it’s another form
of nonexistence.
Avalon
Despair stole Eostre’s breath.
There is no sound this season,
only vacuum.
A mortal wound lives in Avalon.
{Poetry by Frank LeRose}
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