Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

In My Pocket

just when you seem lost to me
l feel your breath hot on my neck
unraveling what’s knotted inside

nothing slips by your tendrils
reaching out, connecting to, stirring up
what I’ve forgotten, what I’d like to forget

faded bruises, specks of joys, veiled loves,
you weave as if fragrant dreams, your touch
matching my not-knowing, wrapped-up fears,

my contrite innocence, erratic pulse
making me bite hard on words when you
rise from the green like a lone blood rose

you, the poem I hide in my pocket


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prompt: poem in your pocket