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Ask Me Tomorrow

i wanted to write you a poem
ode to the best time of my life
i forgot the words, my thousand descriptions of you
i only know they taste like honey
i wanted to speak them
the lump in my throat held them captive, poor pretty words
one day perhaps
when we stand toe to toe
they'll trickle out
and seep into your heart
till then, I'll try again tomorrow
to coax the words on paper to become
the poem that i want to write for you

by barbara williams

Comments (3)

terrific brevity and great content. thank you once again for all your compliments.
liked it very much Ena.. thank you for sharing..
edifying Ena...thanks.