Algorithm

by July 29, 2022 0 comments

I wrote a poem with the
moon’s smell and in fact
lily’s solitude

but frankly, I had your
silhouette all over

I felt you’re a piece of music
I played it on the piano

the notes created a
symphony of the ancient love

with a frond of longing
and an endless algorithm
of hunger.

– Jimmy Sharma

editors note:

Love’s do-loop, an endless desire to dine. – mh clay

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