Poems by Imbrium
lost in a myriad of illusions
plays upon chests writhing.
breathe in the soldered
chiming pawns believing.
had slain the monster
Lay me down onto your lips (i love you)
chaste and sublime
without controlling (please stop)
this time I (i can't)
I will be the ruler of me (no)
me is the only word I want to hear (please)
Biographical sketch: Myself...aged 25 female/mother/wife/too
old/ too young
i six nonlectures by ee cummings
Reason: no one can be more descriptive yet so vague.
Recommendations for writers:
continue thinking; writing without boundaries