If You Must Hide Yourself From Love

If You Must Hide Yourself From Love

It is important to face the rear of the train as it leaves the republic. Not that all departing is yearning. First love is a factory. We sleep in a bed that had once been a tree. Nothing is forgot. Yet facts, over time, lose their charm, warned a dying Plato. You have to isolate the lies you love. Are we any less photorealistic? I spot in someone's Face- book sonogram a tiny dictum full of syllogisms. One says: all kisses come down to a hole in the skull, toothpaste and gin; therefore your eyes are bull, your mouth is a goal.

Poet: Christopher Salerno
Source: Poets.org
Books: @Abebooks

Toothpaste and gin; therefore your eyes are bull.

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