You have such lovely bones, he says,
holding my face in his hands
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: archaeology, Philip Memmer, tactile, unsettling
You have such lovely bones, he says,
holding my face in his hands
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: archaeology, Philip Memmer, tactile, unsettling
Love’s language is hyperbole, but whispered,
sibilant similes and promises sotto voce.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: love poetry, melancholy, repetend, Richard Hoffman, unsettling, villanelle
It’s neither red
nor sweet.
It doesn’t melt
or turn over
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: conversational, imagery, love poetry, Rita Dove, unsettling