Big Tent Poetry prompts the writer to pen a poem using some form of aphrodisiac.
A Virgin List
a simple string of words
tangles with ghosts
my head presses to the glass
tomorrow is overcome by past
like a box of unused notes
nouns that ramble freewithout a thought attached
out of bounds, above details
adverbs to repel failingsforget regrets and guilts
to skim beyond the true
I want to fall in love with newwith a fresh string of words
alone and all my ownOriginal digital art.
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