...There
On the floor
Where the full moon
Spills
A silver aureole
I lie
Staring out
At the night
A big black hole
Where ‘good-bye,
I love you’
Whispers from the phone
The miles morph
Between us
And we are not alone
Sometimes making love
Comes with a great price
But the true language of love
Is sacrifice
© Janet Martin
Haunting and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSara, thank-you for reading and for your words.
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