I let him go.
Sum
My name is Calypso
My garden overflows
Thick and wild and hidden
Is the sweetness there that
grows
My hair it blows long
As I sing into the wind
I tell of nights
Where I could taste the salt on his skin
What’s the title? Titles are very important for poetry even if it’s just “untitled” lol…. I like this poem though, a lot for the mind to chew on and wonder about. Short and sweet as well
