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Plea to Your Words

A plea to your words

by Shelly Sharon

Small insects dive

right into my coffee cup

in a heroic death of sorts.

I feel they are showing me

that nonsense can be rid of just like that,

and I can be left to enjoy

the sweetness

of life.

You served me with your exposed naked heart

sweating lack of confidence

emitting precious love,

so I could lick my wounds

secreting saliva

to patch the morning’s bright promise.

Can one feel sadness

and hold on to positive thoughts

at the same time?

This I contemplate while watching

a thick and dense layer of clouds