Note: Dedicated to G.R.
There is nothing wrong with wanting to be loved
but it’s harder to imagine how to love
When all you want is a touch of two hands, or the
closeness of two arms, magnetic, nothing else matters
The destination is the centering of two people, willing
to endure the small annoyances and pet peeves,
realizing that the softness of love is what forgets and
forges a present that stays vertical
Written: 8/21/08
About Me
- Sherry
- When I was 14, I wrote my first poem, a treacly one about friendship. In high school, I began writing poems after reading Jewel's "A Night in Armor," a book that allowed me to fall in love with free verse. Once I entered college, A.R. Ammons's "Glare," an opus using beautiful, winding language, completely changed the way I thought about poetry. And I've played with words ever since.
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