
Hiding In Orpheus’ Closet
Published April 16, 2023 by rlmcdermott
I’ve written
so many
poems
for you
and painted
pictures too
blue and
red and
gold on
paper made
of skin
I am
ashamed
of how
I’ve loved
a lantern
floating
in the sky
could not
have burned
as bright
I will
not stop
until
I reach
the sun
and all
my art
consumed
in flame
gives fiery
birth to your
sweet name