14.2.10

shares: a valentine poem for two types..


she and he @3 in the morning

by samuel saint thomas

it merely is a ray said she..
it looks to me hot sun said he..

it simply is a ball said she..
it looks to me full moon said he..

it only is a yellow hue said she..
it is to me carats gold said he..

it feels a shard of glass said she..
it cuts as if a diamond said he..

it seems perfume is spilled said she..
it grows a garden flower said he..

it is of salt on tongue said she..
it swarms many honey bee said he..

it pounds like fear of dark said she..
it pulses blood to heart said he..

it seems as a mirage said she..
it’s love supreme said he..

3.1.02 3am.

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