Dreaming of a Sarah Michelle

Tongue tracing cheek
caught with a little peck
down the middle so sweet
and yet she is hardly met

with weddings and a feast
is it I the one she needs
down the middle so sweet
and yet I the one to wept

with swept feet brushed slightly
she dances across a stage
dreaming of a sarah michelle
and yet my eyes locked in a cage

of a riddle so soft so hardly there
sarah michlle a star for no one
and yet the middle she traces so sweet
and I the one to catch it again–

–emily medlen, mixed with a little bit of shakespeare

We Love You, Emily Swift

#Emily, coming 2022

About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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