Reciprocal Autumn Poem by Ida Mustazir

Reciprocal Autumn



things we do at this time
the no word touch of my mime
how I feel soiled and begrime!
how afraid to involve you in my crime
oh should it be me to drop off the dime
or is it your fault for succeeding to disturb my prime?
responsibility of both should be in rhyme

October 2007

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