Care, I don’t?
How to adore you?
This tease is intangible.
You tell and I obey.
From miles away,
Shot and lit on a screen of lust; that is beguiling and fleeting.
Owe and Own…What is the difference now?
Vera, you have parted the turbulent waves, in my exhausted mind; that wrestles in dismay.
Your voice, a siren, a wavelength to vamp on my heart.
Will you colour up your words in tones of lacy blue or vivid velvety red?
from what I gave.
Oh, how I misbehaved.
Vera…Vera a mantra you have become.
Poem by: Naomi Ruth Saharski W. Art by: James Nares and Mark Rothko