Sangria starsA Poem by eglantineI sit here, cat on my lap, an evergreen forest in my lungs and silver fish in my heart.
Your blue eyes are beneath these typewriter keys, behind every sheet of paper.
“I will always find you,” you whispered as our stars ripped apart.
And you did,
on a May night warm with sangria and bonfire: we made eye contact and our souls crashed
into each other
like wave against wave,
starlight against starlight. © 2015 eglantineAuthor's Note
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Added on March 4, 2015Last Updated on March 6, 2015 AuthoreglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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