Letitia Sherry  

1992 -   

Poems

Mar 23, 2010

our cheeks are wet
your tears
and
my tears

evening and
I am leaving
leaving for the ferry to my hell
and i am young
young
young
young

blue mattress
forevers
a slew of love flutters and falls from our lips
when they are not
pressed gently together


ferris wheel
my hand
droplets of water
new socks

tighter than i've
ever
been held

your eyes
are my home
where i am
comfortable

your back
my thighs

i love you
eternally
i love you
i love you




promise


I promise

 
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