Audrey Ashira

tu m’appelle

In freewrite, poetry, Uncategorized on September 1, 2010 at 9:15 pm

You called me Dearest
 and we leaned back to back
 as your secrets fell out of your opened fist

You called me Your lioness
 and kept my heart in tact
 by binding it up with Yourself

You called me friend
wrapping poetry around my wrist
like torquois and red laughter

You called me sister
and as I and my skye lay shattered
you told me I was beautiful peice of shattered glass

  1. That’s not true. that’s not what i said! i said you were a beautiful piece of (shattered)… s…

  2. 😛 Gracious, Sweetheart, You’re so exacting! 😉

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