Monica Morante Poems
- The Yielding With every blink your eyes form ...
- Seeking Illusions Sweat suddenly tripped from my eyes. My ...
- Mussed-Up Heartstrings Confused, you are. ...
- Sweet Jacqueline The storm clouds with all its mighty bows, ...
- Lime And Coffee It was a cold morning of John. All around ...
- Distasteful And in the end, when all my heart ...
With every blink
your eyes form
Into your lips
specks of stardust
But when you smile
they can't help