Monthly Archives: December 2015

Unrequited

I could write a novel In your hesitations A sonnet Styled after Shakespeare himself Comparing thee to a summer’s day Or maybe an ode To the way our fingers interlock And warm the frigid night around us But perhaps Reality … Continue reading

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Friends with Benefits

You don’t love me I don’t love you either But we know each other In terms of pulses and breathing patterns In scattered freckles and myriad eye pigments I’ve become familiar with the ridges of your knuckles And the gentle … Continue reading

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