Tuesday Poem by Carl Terver
Confessions To Two Lovers & things felt in-between
I come to you like Nicodemus asking,
what do I do
to be born again in you?
the rheum have left my eyes,
I have washed in the pool
& it is only your face I remember
The taste of music is sour here
& I have lost appetite for it.
they told me that I will enjoy
the lights of the city
but now I am having urban frostbite
& neon blizzards