As you lay

You are a small dark tadpole

Your shine is beautiful Dark

Gasping I am for your pond

A thousand transparent wings 

Hoarding a tingling moment 

My book is purple with Old Ripe

Lay it across your Water Lily

Pierce my wings with a Jewel

For my Aftermath

On the horizon I see my death

I am weak as a dying frog

I’ve ripped your page 

Only one word stuck 

Old Love

Words by Malene Lotz


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