Photo by K. Mitch Hodge on Unsplash

When you came to me, through an open window,
All the cracked envelopes of my life descended into your hands,
There was nothing in them — just invisible love that you can throw away if you choose to.
You chose to throw it straight back at me, I caught it, we had begun.

You gave me a lot of praise with your eyes
For being alive
I, too, thought you desired…



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John E Marks

John E Marks

I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can