* . drowned an old suitcase full of letters . heart swollen the words he left with me . wonder stitched to him what was temporary lasting . inked letters drawings on paper almost invisible . once I now see a river . unstoppable . -Jan. 19, 2010- . . Filed under: Poetry
Poe-m-try, Letters
Rispondi
* . He likes the golden I carry I thought he visited us often – he comes regularly at my eyelids doors . He sits on blonde eyelashes and whispers showing me stories to teach me the curvy way of love . He loves on my trembling lips budding up and
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*** . rest in winter acceptance in the happy silence . feel your roots dancing slowly underground . stretching toward the needed death is but an attire . -Dec. 2009- . . Filed under: Poetry