One stunning June evening
the sky beaded gold like Versace
we lingered beneath the glitter
and opened ourselves to madness.
You were lonely, without the one who’d left you.
I was empty, despite the one who had stayed.
We were only going to talk, confess secrets,
buoy the weight from our hearts, but a splash
of honeysuckle breeze
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Ellen, I would want to attend a poetry workshop with you as an instructor. You're fantastic.
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Love,
Jordan.
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