Poems from sdunlap
Every love has a name. The Greeks knew this
when they categorized our loves into
the passionate and the companionable,
the fiery blaze and...
We took a step back, I think.
Interpret how you will,
but I will interpret this year as thorns
we have placed in our own fingertips...
There is a quilt on the bed in Shea's room, Pink, red, blue, green, and violet,Lace and stripes and polka dots,White pillowcases with crisp...