poetry of jesse wiles

Lover Save Me

Now press me close, put beating breast to my ear Now tell me need you, like I do, need you Hear you say, I will feed you Feel furs press against forest hair Here the fragments lie still and ingenuous Feel wooden heart sequestered in forest cabin And all that we need And the pause and apology that follow

But here in the breast of

Lover Save Me Lover Save Me Lover Save Me

I am neo-man, I am free man Breaking candor prison stare Stoic eyes that scream frustration

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