Remembering
Remembering,I am wrapped in the scent of you
and how it was to be sleeping so close
that the warmth of your skin
reached mine.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
1949writer’s Poems (3)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Remembering | 0 | 10/12/2009 |
| There are spirits | 2 | 10/12/2009 |
| Edges | 1 | 10/12/2009 |
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