Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff


Somehow, we have become like postage stamps. 

Pulled from the roll,
Licked, and set before you.
All together, 3.

A beautiful metamour,
Both complex and serving,
The different shapes of her,
And of I and you.
Is it in the way that we greet you?
Or that you cannot fit us into one box?

Maybe it’s the spread,
The polyamory of us?
Our confidences, melted together like hot butter and honey.
Boundaries drawn softly,
Like lipstick on a mirror.
Hannah, Jill and Tom.

Joelly.C.s-POET © 2017


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