Poetry

Saturday, 8 January 2022

Love on the blink

 The doors they are all closing and

The summer is a wink

The winter is a looter

Of the corridors of pink

I think like a computer

That is always on the blink

But I love you in my zeros and 

In my current buns

I love you in electrodes

And cathodes on the brink

Of broadcasting television shows

And celebrities who wink

I love you like the night waves

That come at the midnight hour

I love you now and always

Love has no diminishing power

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