Cherie Mort Poems
|82.||It's Not Easy Being Goth||3/15/2016|
|83.||To Love A Pear Tree||10/18/2015|
|84.||I Gave My Sister The Moon||10/24/2015|
|85.||An Angry Cup Of Tea||10/24/2015|
|86.||I See God||9/17/2017|
I flutter my eyelashes softly against his cheek
Laughing, he pulls back and asks, 'What is that? '
'Butterfly kisses, ' I respond, smiling coyly
He laughs again and tilts his head up towards the sunlight,
Drinking in the light and beauty of everything around us
I sigh and rest my head on his chest, my arms entwined around him
I could stay like this forever
Months later, who knew that we'd end up fighting
Breaking glasses, breaking plates, breaking hearts
I know that we will probably move on soon
But we can never really ...
What is it about a tangerine that puts me in a happy mood?
Its orange glowing peel reveals the fruit I want to eat.
Sometimes I toss the tart orb into the sky and pretend it is the sun, shining bright, warm rays onto me.
Other times I roll it back and forth on a desk, feeling its pockmarked flesh against the palm of my hand.
Whenever I sniff the scent of such a small treasure I am transported in my mind to a warmer climate, where the wind whispers foreign tales in your ears and tells you wh