When You Don't Answer Me
It's a special
hurt when the
distortion that brings us
into kinship at last
feels distasteful to you.
You get clean.
When I am still sullied by it,
Apparent love
grown out of
ugliness shared
cannot survive.
Enjoy my poems and other creations. Slide shows with poetry and music are at: http://www.photoshow.net/schaefferphotos/favorites
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