Perchance, What if?A Poem by Sarah McKeever HittPerchance, what if
the doll-eyed giggle
and the thunder boom breath
were loud enough at last
to open up the fates for us
to write our names on the moment
to grace the ground with our feet
leaving traces of our steps
that we can finally take together? © 2013 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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1 Review Added on February 19, 2013 Last Updated on February 19, 2013 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |