Erasure
Erasure/Blackout Poetry
By Paul StewartPublished 10 months ago • Updated 10 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Reza Hasannia on Unsplash
Fragrant, come closer, she said
Not nearly alone enough, I swore
My hand, she took, - heart, she
Stole with ---feeling
Fragrant, - closer, she paused
- on my own, I -
Her hand, - thigh, she
- my entirety
Shrouded me in -
Pungent, come, she - me in
Laid her -, I walked right on
Not because of some voodoo
Nor - charms
But I am -,
I, just
-
weak
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About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection out now!
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