Poems from Mary R.
If it’s just humor,
why are you all so upset?
I will tell you what your humor is;
please, let me tell the rape joke.
It’s a joke you’ve...
Night.
Her fingers trace galaxies across his bare skin,
her hair is silk,
and he feels her warmth, curled into the arc of his body. ...
You grasp infinity in your tiny mortal fists,
your shaking palms hold galaxies,
stars, planets, whole worlds flow throw the veins in your...
Hold her hand,
feel the blood,
which used to rage through her skin
and consume you.
You have loved truly—
Given her hope in the days when...
was i always alone in believing
that you would return?
or was it as obvious as the fact
that the sun also rises
or that the stars puncture...