orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
04 July 2012
the reader
if you were here
you could read out loud
from the Lover’s Dictionary,
weave magic with your voice
(no one reads quite
as tenderly as you do; no,
not even whispers can compare
to that special softness that is you)
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