Feb 2018
Sticky rivers run down my hand.
Under the summer sun,
Sweet chocolate swirl melts on my tongue.
As the song fades in the distance,
Meet me behind the shed.
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
Under the summer sun,
Sweet chocolate swirl melts on my tongue.
As the song fades in the distance,
Meet me behind the shed.
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
This poetry form is called a Cherita.
(F/Massachusetts)
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