poem

 LexiconWhen we first met we were inarticulate.Words fell from our lips like the clothes Of lovers strewn across the floorOn the way down the hall to the bedroomLove was a sock I lost under the coversDesire a belt that the dog carried off I keep finding purple barrettes under my pillows Arranged in the strange configurationsOf a sacred lost lexicon.While I ’m sleeping they whisperWords only I can decipher 10/24/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - October 24, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs