This is another one of those poems I can't remember... obviously I wrote it, but I can't remember why or "who" it was written to/for. Maybe I wrote it to myself...?
And now.
Written January 2018
Edited March 2018
Oh, darling,
this is not the moment.
Don’t be coy.
Don’t simper
and wring your hands.
Don’t
blush, sweetly,
and compromise.
This is not the moment.
That moment
lasted 20 years,
and now.
Now.
Put aside caution.
Forsake inhibitions.
Curse the wind
because
this moment belongs to you
and sometimes
you must take what’s yours
before it is killed
with kindness.
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