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sniffing sharpies
by Shonda Chrissonberrywe cuddle sutra
and speak of
trips to Quebec
buying snow caps
with strings that dangle
past our ears
you whisper my name
and i giggle like
a school girl
in these perfect mornings
the scent of us is strong
permanent
and i feel loved
once again 09/13/2010 Posted on 09/14/2010
Copyright © 2026 Shonda Chrissonberry
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 10/08/10 at 06:11 PM I'm shocked no one has commented on this yet! I am happy to be the first, though, as this is just overflowing with sweetness. "Cuddle sutra..." Awesome. |
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