More on the Merits of Handwriting a Note the time it takes to hand write a love noteis far surpassed by the love it spreadsthrough its intended receiver It's Friday! Oh, how I love Fridays! The sun shines brightly daring us to shine our own brilliant light! Can you feel it?! I hope so. Did you receive your… Continue reading Poem 64 – More on the Merits of Handwriting a Note
Poem 63 – Ode To My Summer Dress
Ode To My Summer Dress white dressflowing gently around my calveslacey love hem &pretty eyelet cleavage cover you make me feel likeI’m a Whitman poemdrifting in & out of grass & selfearthing my naked toesin the lumpy lush landoh, white dressoffering my shouldersto the sun’s tender kissesyou call shivers of delightto scurry up my spine this day… Continue reading Poem 63 – Ode To My Summer Dress
Poem 62 – Ode to my Moustache
Ode to my moustache soft nowafter a pair of weeksgrowingfrom black dotsin pink skinlike seeds intasty fruitgrowingwith the hormonalhurry of my moontimepreparationtender pimplesdistracting my eyesas you lengtheninto a velvet fieldof darknessgrowingdespite your rightto be thereI spread coldsmelly Nair overyou in vainwait ten minutesfeel the tingling burnthen wipe you offwith a tissueyour pieces drowning in gooyou are the… Continue reading Poem 62 – Ode to my Moustache
VANESSA SHIELDS 