Fit Me Like a Glove IIIA Poem by Siddartha Beth PierceThe moth has come to the flame but not for naught we shall show them all what we've got give it a shot!
In the arm to temper thee in the mouth to whimper me in the head to end it all
Yet that will not befall either one of us you see because together we are love and therein we lie together
Lay us down my darling dear I whisper now in your ear as you sleep so dreamily it is you that I do love now come to my love once more fit me like a glove.
© 2010 Siddartha Beth PierceReviews
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7 Reviews Added on December 22, 2010 Last Updated on December 22, 2010 AuthorSiddartha Beth PierceRichmond, VAAboutArtist, Poet, Educator, African and Contemporary Art Historian more..Writing
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