oregon origin stories.A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)
fingertips grazing
across a tabletop covered by the cooling cups of coffee we never got to share tracing the memories of conversations held in the silent hours when hearts can touch in safety and i often wonder if our laughs still nestle inside one another; lost socks and whiskey cups and a kiss we’ve yet to have © 2014 jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)Reviews
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Added on January 14, 2014Last Updated on January 14, 2014 Authorjenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)Vancouver, BC, CanadaAboutPlayful and eager to explore new styles of writing, and to hone my skills. i'm reaching a point now where i can write a poem and be able to say that it is something i really like. I'm an avid reader, .. more..Writing
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