rue des miracles
he’d come in the afternoon she always left the door open was that a metaphor with poets you never know she ‘d be in the kitchen cooking through their stomach love comes she liked to see him eat and barefeet too what did that mean was that another metaphor she’d tell him i’m on fire […]
Jan 02, 2009 | Categories: poetry | Tags: heart, kiss, laugh, love, metaphor poem, miracle poem, passion, relationship, rose, sensual, sky, tenderness, touch | Leave A Comment »