BoSoxFanVa
Porn Star
When the poet from my past
asked for my business card
I knew I had lost my identity
without one.
No theft but loss, a deep dark downward depth
where someone who resembled me
looked with eyes closed
at nothing.
But like the nascent plant within the seed,
a glimmer of contact is growing within,
and courage to try once more arises.
The values of the past, love and friendship,
have come to the present,
loosely encircled around my life.
asked for my business card
I knew I had lost my identity
without one.
No theft but loss, a deep dark downward depth
where someone who resembled me
looked with eyes closed
at nothing.
But like the nascent plant within the seed,
a glimmer of contact is growing within,
and courage to try once more arises.
The values of the past, love and friendship,
have come to the present,
loosely encircled around my life.