THEY KISSED IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER
January 11 - February 15, 2014 | CV
Between the crooked discourse and willing shapes.
With sixty seven words, eight realizations.
Escape by route unplanned, the needle split...
Discard the cinder blocks, and sing sweet prose.
The patterns double as I taste your smile.
The cold did wrench her stomach, hearts entwined.
A song of love, a flask, a cave, your stare.
- Samantha Rae Wu