Poems from rlewter

We stacked sugar cubes to look like little-us statues, then demolished them in our fists and crumbled them into your tea. It was the...
Sunday mornings are my favorite, always. There was no rush, and I got to spend my time in your corner, exploring the dark that creates your...
It started at your ankles, rising slowly with the blood and sinews that attached it to your leg. I first was envious of your skin, wanting...
You're always running in the opposite direction. I am worried that I am not smart or funny or insightful. So I say nothing. What I feel has...
There is nothing I can give you. No poems to read you have not read, no books, no songs to listen to and think of me that you have not...