You pretend to love me
so…
you love me
you love me not,
tear my petals and
toss them with other
rose hips
into your old potpourri bowl under
your diamond chiseled
vanity mirror
where we admire
you
and I swirl
like lost vespers
begging to find rest
in the vapors of what might be
your love
so
I ask you if you do
and as sure as the sun sets
your mirage
fades…into
whispers
which trail
like splinters of
cobwebs where
spiders spit
and hiss
“let’ssss….
………
pretend”
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 
Stunning imagery, especially the splintered cobwebs. I love the way you see the world and then impart what you see through the most vivid poetry.
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Oh thank u!… good encouragement… needed.. thanks so much !…:)
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Oh, Kae, your work speaks for itself. I am a fan and you are most welcome 😊
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A.m.a.z.i.n.g! 💛
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