I miss you

In the bosom

Of my mattress,

I count the days like

 Stars in my fervent sky.

Never one with geometry,

Yet I break bread with

Orion’s sword.

Like the curse of the werewolf:

I’m smitten with an itinerant moon.

Most times, I like to sit on the balcony

And spur my nervy day to the finish line.

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Emmanuel “A penny for my tots”

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