This is just to say
that since March
I have been staring
at your picture
to the point
where I have become virtually useless
thank you
for your cheeks
your stormy-grey eyes
your breasts
and your passionate noises
(the plums weren't so bad, either)
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Excavations
PoetryThese my offerings, tiny and fragile, they must take root in stubborn soil. Fertilize them. Give them shape. Twisted they may grow, but their trunks must be strong. They must reach through the night. They must be of their ground... Some of these poe...
This Is Just To Say (for Emma)
This is just to say
that since March
I have been staring
at your picture
to the point
where I have become virtually useless
thank you
for your cheeks
your stormy-grey eyes
your breasts
and your passionate noises
(the plums weren't so bad, either)