The edges of me have rubbed away ...
All my corners, all my angles,
Acute and obtuse alike.
Clouds have more harshness,
Satin, wickeder barbs.
My eyes throw no daggers.
My tongue holds no sting.
Come to me, my love,
While I am like you.
Just read your latest post, and now I'm going to come find you and do my best to return that insanely amazing kiss.
Okay!
ReplyDelete(I meant "Okay!" like "Okay, I will!" not like "Eh, your poem is just OK." Probably you figured that out but I want to make sure!)
ReplyDelete