Stranger Series- Part One

Hello Stranger,

You’ve come during a peculiar time:

When thoughts have consumed my being

And I’ve been starved of dew.

When rain no longer penetrates my pitless pores

And the reserved May breeze

Does not befriend my skin –


Your sickly nectar poisons my unrelenting monologue,

It slashes at its veins

It gashes, scratches and maims it.

Your allure beds my contemplations

With no promise of wedding them.

Your kindness is dishonest

But reveals no signs of lies;

No cluster of mythical words

That I can condemn you for.

So, thank you, Stranger,

For letting me soak under the showers

Of a dull sky,

For warming May,

For a brief euphoria.

Stranger Series- Part One

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