Mango Woman. {poetry}
Here I am
sweet ripe mango woman
half-wise
I will attain more wisdom
as my flesh puckers to my stone
hot wrinkly custard skin
brown from the sun
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Love Poem by an Imperfectionist. {poetry}
I count every hand held, on chilly walks along the coastline
Every kiss under the blanket of stars,
And every breath on my skin, as a blessing.
You Make Me Want to… {poetry}
You make me want to learn Morse code, so that if we were ever bound and gagged and held hostage, we could tap out a plan to save ourselves and everyone else,
and if the plan went wrong, I could spend the last moments of our lives looking at you and batting 'I love you' with my eyelashes over ...