Poems from Lacel
I am a seed, a sprout, a tree,
all at once.
Over hundreds of days,
thousands of moments.
Leaps of joy, and millstones
for a heart
are the...
On the edge of the chair,under twinkling lanternsand glimmering lights,with slamming,heart-wrenchingassurances and promisesreaching me...
You see,
attention does not
equal love, but
my brain just can't
seem to get that.
When I'm not
what's in your mouth
or hands or eyes,
I...