Shelly's Poetry for Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

A Silk Glove

You are like a silk glove. When I wear you forget about me you coo like the whitest dove. You are like a silk glove. but when I take you off put you in the bureau drawer you become an asp. The bureau drawer [I gasp] a Pandora’s Box of dour. And this silk glove has become worn with time for I have... Sign in to see full entry.

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