In QuietA Poem by Lindsay Lukens An ode to my obsession with my lover. Mildly erotic, I suppose...
I could fill a page
With nothing more than your name.
Over and over I could call
It into the darkness,
Shrouded in the secret
Of your bed.
© 2008 Lindsay Lukens |
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Added on April 24, 2008 Last Updated on May 6, 2008 Author
Lindsay LukensMero Atlanta, GAAboutI'm a slave. Do I need you say anything else? Ok. I am a twenty-two year old poet and writer currently studying English at a university in Georgia. My interests include existentialism, modern art, li.. more..Writing
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