The original work by Emily D ickinson, followed by...
Poem #254 by Emily D ickinson...

Mid September
I can still go jacketless...

One bitterly cold December day
I walked a barren landscape...

They say coffee helps your migraines
But I have my suspicions...

My father's house
No other voice heard...

Your sweetness seeps through your skin
Like honey that drips from a comb...

This is actually a lyric, but I thought I'd share...
My Melissa...

Words as weapons
Words as balm...

Sort of an homage to Poe.
Was that her footstep on the stairs...

Coney Island
And your windswept hair...

Come gather one and all
As I tell you of a feast...

There's this woman
Who gets on the BM2 express bus to the city...