Poetry Wednesday

The Only Love Poem I'll Ever Write

I can’t ignore the way
The tops of your ears
Curl under
Like paper burnt at the edges
I want to keep them
For you to tell me that I can.


annnnnnnd something not-mine, which I love:

This is Just to Say
by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast.

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.