Wednesday, August 17, 2016

A LOVE POEM TO C.E. MORGAN


You're playing ping-pong
with my innards; stirring
the black abyss
between dreams.
How do you know
so much
about me,
and my place
astride the grave?
Ssh,
don't tell me, don't
kill it. Not now,
wait
'til I finish.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016

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