space-maker

for love,

and in love

I dwell in the

chambers of the heart. . .

the penthouse w skylight,

rooftop terrace,

and basement under

construction,

in these

for stories

I keep the

love letters of a life

–some tied with satin bow

–some written in blood

–some love’s opposite and

all of them verbose.

Papered walls

in vital rooms,

I pump them out

to exist!

prose not so much graffiti

as it is script

–dictated by Muse

it’s curious he

flubs lines

when

without him

–there is no

blueprint.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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