This will be my last poetry post for a while! I just had to share this poem, it has been on my (poorly self-made) desktop for the last few months, and if I ever get my dream, it will be painted above my bed in my London flat.
It’s one of the only poems I stumbled on and immediately fell in love with that is English. My first thought was that it reminds me of Millay’s poetry, and that can never be a bad thing. I think it describes a relationship most people have been in at one point in their life. It’s the kind of relationship I like.
Also, a question for women visiting my blog: can we have wet dreams? Because I think I had one, I dreamed I was in a porn movie (which I would never consider irl) and it was so naughty and sneaky! (and hot)
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