Thoughts On My Scribbles Poem by Pam Morris

Thoughts On My Scribbles



I know you
want to unwrap me
here, now
in this moist air
because
no one
was ever there
I must tell you
but I think
you know
I have kissed
another purple
finger and told others
I have no lover
only that pen
and paper

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