Come Sit with Me

A Powers
Come sit with me. Your nearness is sweet.
Speak things that burn. Let me wilt in the heat.
Probe me like tendrils that wrap 'round the bloom.
Come sit next to me. I can make room.

Published by A Powers

FIND WHAT YOU WANT ON MY ORGANIZED WEBSITE http://awriterpowers.yolasite.com/ A. Powers is an English major and longtime freelance writer. She enjoys sharing her experiences with crafts, films and other...  View profile

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