Poetry (They ask me how is my husband) [a micropoem] Posted by iridescentlover on September 4, 2015November 28, 2015 Wrapped up in a type of permanence No alloy band or stamped certificate Could ever every convey, We made camp in one another But, accidentally, called it “home.” Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related