Diane
I wait under a tree for you, Diane,
red hands. Washing dishes
for the hour we were supposed to spend together.
Here is my navy blouse, here
is my kiss, here is the extra key.
red hands. Washing dishes
for the hour we were supposed to spend together.
Here is my navy blouse, here
is my kiss, here is the extra key.
posted by Leigh Suter at 3:27 PM
1 Comments:
I adore this, Leigh. It evokes so many intimate feelings at once, and it is unflinching, which makes the sentiment even stronger. It feels very much like a love poem but with that special Suter touch.
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