(n)aked midnight

i dont have much
a kilt
and a wilted chrysanthemum
an open heart
a tangled mind
and the sunshine
in her smile

too many miles
traveled
the scars
of a thousand fights
hidden in hazel
disambiguation
along a pitch stained soul

an ocean of words
to drown you
the center pedestal
in a pantheon
to worship
in rapture
on bended knee

i dont have much
a couple pairs of vans
anxiety
an open mind
a poet’s heart
and a wilted chrysanthemum
just for you

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