Mugging

My bones float over her, I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip — Another sun that must be asked. My bones float over her, I'm glass. I gave myself, my skies; cup's pass A blue bookmark upon your lips. My bones float ~over her~ I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/15/2025 9:47:00 PM

Another well written triolet. You do great with the form.

Bill Baker

Date: 7/15/2025 6:17:00 PM

Well-written, Triolet, Paige. I like the form. Have a pleasant week, my friend. Bill

Sara Baker

Date: 7/15/2025 4:03:00 PM

well crafted and engaging poem. I've never tried this form...perhaps I could. You inspired me, thanks