Nectarines
Dawnell Harrison's most recent poem to appear here was Memorial Day 2007 With My Father (November 2011).
Nectarines
By Dawnell Harrison
His eyes were on me—
Wet like nectarines.
He pulled me closer
To get a better view
Of my scarlet red lips
That were drawn on
Like an artist's brush stroke.
I stood silent
As an icicle
At midnight
On the back
Door step eaves.
We both stared
At each other
Like now would be
The last moment in time.
Wet like nectarines.
He pulled me closer
To get a better view
Of my scarlet red lips
That were drawn on
Like an artist's brush stroke.
I stood silent
As an icicle
At midnight
On the back
Door step eaves.
We both stared
At each other
Like now would be
The last moment in time.
Posted by Annmarie at 1/9/2012 10:51 PM 
Categories: today's words
Tags: Dawnell Harrison nectarines love beauty
Categories: today's words
Tags: Dawnell Harrison nectarines love beauty
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