Shameless Love Poem

A Poem by A. g. Synclair

The mad ones write poems about death,
sparrows, lost youth,

girls. About eternal good
and the blackened eye

of a yellow café door.

She is the pale beauty of rice paper
you will write about her

because you love her
because she is a girl

because you should always write what you know.

You are a mad one
but you have nothing to say about death

so you trace the line of her back
your hand visible through her skin

she is a ghost
she is your air

your sparrow.

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