Love Poem #34

Posted: June 15, 2009 by sam penman in Fractured Writing

We held hands and she laid her head on my shoulder. I kissed her mouth and scribbled some sad word onto her face with my finger which she mistakenly took as a compliment. 

There, outside of her outside of “o me o my,” I took a knife to the cartesian circle.

-Help me cut through this thing… this simple little thing.

She couldn’t do it, but my, she sure is pretty.

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