No. 53

Lost & Found

I found you too late
but I still found you
late or not, you are
my one beautiful,
laughing, soulmate.

In this my pretend life
you are my pretend wife.
You dress me.
You feed me.
& what I offer you
is nothing of real value.

In return, you play the mother wild
and me, I'm the wild lover child
warmly loving you
coldly wondering why
the fire burns this way
until the day I die.

[For J]
[March, 2002]

Piet Cross was born in the United States in 1952. He lives with his five children, assorted animals from nature and his books in Providence, Rhode Island. Click Here to view the Piet Cross Poetry Index.

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Piet Cross Poetry-The Breeze Vectors, "Lost & Found" No. 53
Published: March 27, 2002 by the Cosmic Baseball Association
Copyright © 2002 by Piet Cross