Love Poem
August 1, 2012
I dreamed of you that evening;
all of the luster and intoxicating scent
and every smile was a subway token
and every story was a beautiful potted plant
on a windowsill,
halfway up a tall, tall mountain
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
beighartman
captainwinklestein
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
ladydarnell
philip santos
rcribay
Roger Mugs
saxsquatch
David X. Hugo
tynedaile
August 1, 2012 at 10:55 pm
This has got what it takes.
M
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Marie Marshall
author/poet/editor
Scotland