... addiction ..., ... Applachia ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... experimental ..., ... ghosts ..., ... girl ..., ... life ..., ... night ..., ... pain ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... Spring ..., ... stars ..., ... the South ..., ... time ...

lost in a wood

this ain’t no camp out, lover.

it’s real life, yet here we
are,

traversing some unfamiliar plot
of ground, in the dead of
night,

your eyes are the stars
and my will; the flashlight,

bringing sight to the blind
without an anointed handkerchief,
or Paul’s shadow cast
among the throngs
of destitution.

you, me, and a lone cone
of iridescent light
carelessly flung into
midnight’s pitch-

where whatever we see, is ours.

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