before the snow got dirty, you loved me,
wrote my name in cursive on your soul when you
gathered all the courage in the galaxy next door,
swallowed it like an aspirin, leaning your head forward
to ease it down your throat and let the question spill over your lips into my eyes,
and I gave them to you. Remember the perfection
of that moment dancing like stardust for a thousand years, light—silver and golden,
that’s all we were, and it was everything every bit as much as that last kiss,
your lips clinging like wet silk to mine, no need to breathe.
Time can’t trespass here; this love is forever
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Introduction This is the first challenge entry that I have written since Vocal has fixed my ability to publish. I woke during the night and came up with a hybrid poetry form, the terzareyu, a cross between terza rima and Senryū (川柳). Look them up for what the forms are.
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Love this, beautiful 😍
Oh this is so beautiful! There are so many perfect lines that vividly depict the rich emotion of love. Before the snow got dirty... Did this love end tragically? Is this a love that exists forever just in memory? Let the question spill over your lips into my eyes...I read this line several times because I loved it so much. your lips clinging like wet silk to mine...I could feel that, the lingering memory of a perfect kiss.