Happy Saturday.A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
Something fantastic
traces my senses elicit affair ever pending Transferring messages telling of secrets keep it in the closet forever. Not to be spoken hearts burst forth affirming the notion together for now. Hushed voices giggling silently showing the world we don't care Alone together fleeting moments give way to good-byes expected And we are fine with closure of day holding forever clinging to a second no one can steal. © 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Added on July 12, 2008 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 |