The Pages I Share

Real intimacy is showing you the unedited pages of poems

The maddening prose of growing pains

Sorrowful cries of grief

Papable love and lust too

These pages where the outside world doesn't dare to touch

It is without sway or influence

Just the words and sentences I want to say

or need to

Know it is love

If you read these pages without marks or dashes

That is the truest part of me I could ever share

Elizabeth Almeida ©2021

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