Undone – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 28 28.11.22

Prompt: Remix an earlier poem

Undone

That my fingers would betray you,
or that your wisps of cloth would betray me,
that I would seek refuge in those ghastly
tents of yesteryear as bromide
for the fire in my molten heart,
my consuming glow evident across the sky,
leaving nothing to the imagination
as I feverishly wrestle my feelings,
at moment near death,
the next, fully alive.


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