Wednesday, 27 May 2009

I am hidden
And not amused
Loathe being
shut away
and not able
to see
It rains too
early in the morning
so do tell me if you
will love me
again
I am up all night
playing like a child
with mechanical
toys
Happy yes, but I need
a kiss or two or may be
seven
or so many I can't
count
just kiss me
enough so I suffocate
under your body
that will feel to me
like a pillow of
feathers

1 comment:

Julie Anne Rhodes said...

I love your poetry Amanda! I was all stressed out wondering what to read at a poetry dinner I've been invited to next week, and I'm so pleasantly reminded that all I need do is bring Cloak & Dagger Butterfly...what could be more perfect...short of bringing the author herself?

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