Wallace LaBenne

You Must Be Feeling Naked

Poetry sounds like snowflakes landing on spring flowers. I write, read and hear poems with my heart.






You Must Be Feeling Naked

You must be feeling tired
from running night and day
on the backroads of my mind
with no relief to find
remaining so inspired
while on the course you stay

You must be feeling naked
from superintendence
of everywhere you go
with all things that you show
remaining rather sacred
while still in attendance

You must be feeling haunted
from frequent loving acts
bestowed upon your person
with total immersion
remaining ever wanted
while keeping on the tracks

© Wallace Dean LaBenne

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