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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Monday, May 30, 2016

Contagion

You only see this body.
You only feel these lips.
In dark back rooms away from prying eyes.
You feel the rise,
the rush of passion.
You do not even have a hint of the undercurrent.
I do this
on purpose.
I pass to you a secret wish:
you will feel my pain,
you will understand my anguish
as I pass to you this secret sickness.
You smile because you don't know what I am doing.
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