by Lauren Hynde
Two poems, this and ?Tongues?, that stand apart from your others, simple in form, to the affecting point, explicit in imagery, speaking different emotional languages from different places on the same breath. On the surface of the words and beneath, both poems seem the most deeply felt I have read from you yet.
This one absolute in its shape: tender, direct, beautiful and poignant.
Sigh is the best I can do, especially after following what Charley wrote.
Few words that speak volumes.
I'd say I want to be you when I grow up, but you're younger than me so I've no excuse. ;)
you love like you write, you must have a long line of lovers waiting their turn.
ty,bd
Small, sharp, deadly good. A pirhannah of a poem. Thanks.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,000 poems.
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