Prelude To the Book of Love
Image
Who am I
if not this scene
I’ve seasoned
with my sweat?
Repeating lines
to improvise—
an image
to impress.
My heart’s a sound
that’s underground
but never skips
a beat.
The life I live
is rhyme and riff
but dances with—
out me.
March 31, 2017
for The Book of Love Poetry Contest
Copyright © Rita A. Simmonds | Year Posted 2017
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