Poems from Kaitlyn Samons

It's all gravy when there is no longer mashed potatoes.
You
Stringy brown hair. A squeaky voice. Touching thighs. Too-full lips. Too-close eyes. Bony knees and elbows, Oh my, oh my. You cry about...
The Forgotten Fighter
Your body forms in front of my eyes, Like a beacon of light, or a ray of sunshine. I breathe in the scent of roses and sweat, And pray you...