Friend or foe, I have to show You something that makes my heart sing: A burnt edge, with sauce that’s red And melted stringy cheese
By Briana Martini9 months ago in Poets
My love will wait out in the end (less) path: I hope I come back. I hope I can let go of what will come next. I hope I can see you over the next hill;
By Briana Martini11 months ago in Poets
Open the window to my heart. Meet me in the field where we first said —
By Briana Martiniabout a year ago in Poets
Depress the button and leave it in the drawer for winter. It's Spring!
The long caress of Your body on mine. These are The memories I keep
I know I promised I would call last year. Well, I'm thinking of you now
Late nights and years are etched on our faces, lines that read I was once young
How do we name it, this thing we've done. Are doing. Perhaps it's better to leave it wordless and unknown, though even writing that is
Perfect state, precious moment in memory: Memory of such-and-such amazement
Fear stilled the words in My mouth, I left them Under your mother's blue porch
By Briana Martini2 years ago in Poets
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