Poem “the biblical sense of to know” published by Spillwords Press – Short Prose

the biblical sense of to know
born in a summer that never existed
nailed to the cross of your poems
I’m losing my mind inside the blue night
I reach you in dreams you do not understand
It hurts when I’m there
It hurts when I’m not
I ask for the help gravediggers can grant
I wrote I love you on a note that I locked
It wasn’t a snake, it was an iguana
the night the tango nuevo played its guitar
on fifteen decades I counted my prayers
my fingers were naked
my fingers were gloved

Found on spillwords press here

VIa: “the biblical sense of to know” published by Spillwords Press #poetry — Short Prose

deep one…