No Scratches In The Gold Poem by Zyw Zywa

No Scratches In The Gold



The rust of decayed roses
in filthy vases, dust
on the table, once with love

been made from the bones
of a beech giant

next to the old letters
handwritten sketches
of two souls, forever

young without worries
no scratches in the gold

of the promised fidelity
no indefinite questions
or double doubts

that burrow and toss
between skin against skin

Friday, September 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: letters,love
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Collection "The Yellow House Museum"
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