Written by mike ennenbach

cupped

i just wrote you
another poem
as i drove
it was possibly
my best prose yet
so i cupped my hand
around a stray beam
of sunshine
whispered it
with every nuance
then let it reflect
off my mirrored pupils
to find it’s way
to lay upon your skin

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