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february twenty-eighth
by Ava Blu
when i said february should be about love,
i wasn't expecting to be able to write about it
for twenty-eight days
i thought there was no way to avoid
sleeping alone
long enough to remember
you beside me,
but then i wrote about each day,
each conversation
and every single moment
of my love
when your hands engulf my face
and your fingers trace the outline of my eyes,
i will never forget how the coldest month of the year
became the warmest.02/28/2009 Author's Note:
it was probably a bit cheesy,
corny,
but well-worth
the effort.
Posted on 03/01/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/01/09 at 09:15 PM A fitting end of one of your best months ever. The journey we've gone on from the first of the month to the last has taken us through so many pieces of your mind, your thought process and shown anyone who's read them the countless reasons why you're such a consistently impressive talent. This piece works wonders in summing up all those things. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 03/02/09 at 04:15 AM Warm and fuzzy, even. I say, it's about time you had a turn. Love! |
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