Hello, Poet on the Piano,
Love in a whirlwind of tragedies and when there is no one else, there is always us. A beautiful movement to this poem without being repetitious, gracing into each stanza with the poetics of love, lust, loss and innocence. Truly wonderful writing. Praises galore.
***We shared our secrets, slept with razors
in bed, wrote poems to our addictions,
too afraid and ashamed to do more
than place our problems in ink. ***
This part right here. ?? Love! I don’t know why it gripped me so eagerly, maybe the part about writing poems to our addictions, but I love it. The memories, the vivid pictures you brought out with this poem, all amazing! Great Write! ????