mangoA Poem by jaye riveri still remember what you said when i asked you what your own heaven would be, 48 degrees, with mango trees - it’s quiet, not loud, a soft warm breeze. i hope you find it before we both die. you can write me a letter from there, a postcard so unaware of two people who once laid bare. because it’s no longer for you and i. that’s okay, i don’t mind - there’s still much more i need to find, but i will think of you peeling a mango rind. © 2024 jaye riverAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on October 24, 2023 Last Updated on June 6, 2024 Tags: poetry, free verse, love, nature, relationships, wlw, lesbian Authorjaye riverAbouthello, i'm hoping to make friends and get feedback on my poetry. i'm 25 years old. feel free to say hi! i'm t.s. eliot's biggest fan more..Writing
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