You are like a nail Driven in up to the head Stuck

You are like a nail
Driven in up to the head
Stuck in me
So often!

Sergey Fyodorovich Fyodorov

I have bulldozers of words
Masculine cheekbones
Stubble...
Though about love
There are more poems
Than half-measures...
No cutesy-wootsy stuff
I don’t write "feminine"...
Diesel, vodka, war... sometimes...
Heart-nails...

You...
Like a nail
Driven in up to the head
So often
In me!


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