I confess
I undress
Women in my mind.
Some are true lovers
While others
I find
Are the temporary kind.
And my love and lust
Are dust.
Poets die
And leave behind
A part
Of their heart
And mind.
And readers discuss
The loves and lusts
We leave behind,
Be they real
Or the imagined kind.
K Morris - Poet 
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Thanks for sharing, Michael.
Great! By the way i also loved the last interview on the Canadian radio. Thanks for sharing, Kevin! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m delighted you like my poem, and I’m so pleased you loved my interview on World Poetry Reading Series.
Kevin