institutions could not contain you
like my arms and heart has plans

undone and spread apparent
v stitched across this man

dead to all that was before you
alive with eyes and tongue, non mute

my nose knows only your scent
and its dependents do follow suit

Love and it’s elusiveness has been born
it’s too late to consider otherwise.

Published by kenn

author. developer. illustrator. Renaissance man.

One thought on “autopsy”

  1. d. says:

    the mutuality of the affection is unmistaken

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