Morgan Michaels


Sapphic


when Dickinson said sir, she meant 'sire'
when she said 'sire' she meant Sue.
Surprise! Things at hand, mostly valueless
Love reserved for what we can't possess.

Submitted: Thursday, May 02, 2013
Edited: Sunday, May 12, 2013
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