Poems from cececolon
Position one
Position two
Position three
And what the mirror sees
Is unlike any other
With your strong legs
And confident hips
Poised...
My life stands – an empty bottle –
Standing upright
And shining amongst
The clutter of the dark, wooden table.
Beads of condensation...
“Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one...