Reflexive Poetry: A re-writing of Natura Naturans by Clough
I walked into the car and satBeside a young lone gentleman.Some gentle energy flowed throughWe two, connecting as it ran.I cannot look, he’d think me wrongI must suppress this fantasyOf lives entwined within my breast,He must assume my chastity. We sit – don’t speak – within the carUnited in both breath and powerFate could re-join Read more