white drapes, wax on the table, muscadine wine, and "won't you come sit?"
this is the color of hope, i think this old green couch with the missing spring and us, knitted together, bodies eclipsed- a tangy, smitten tangerine of a love
smitten by your face that looks like a kitten written poems that make me feel beaten rotten thinking about you often bitten on the heart, so listen sweeten my life like it's slitten
a poem of ten dedicated for you like a mitten on cold days
"I see you in both ways- not the optimist. He fails to choose naturally.
You are that one cake among the rest that presents herself with multiple coats of frosting, no one would dare cut you open after appreciating your beauty - he's afraid to taste something suspicious."
I think of your smile and my heart’s wide awake This feeling, only from thinking Of you tells me If you stood before me I’ll not say much But I’ll not be able to look away.