jennyanydots the cat
but four teats she had
and five inside her womb
those young and withering abloom
in that summer's dusk
she heard their cry
and learned what it meant
to live and to let die
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
my fingertips tingle with longing
they tingle
until i feel
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
memories, they flow
they are the raindrops that
kiss spring and make canapés
they envelop my shoulders and caress my body
the hand that leads me through the billowing sea
they dance on the summer ice
of you and i and we
they write this poem
eternally unfinished
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
i will laugh and sigh and see and love
embrace the mother of all words
i will twirl in eternity
and not care
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC