You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
******* reach into
their own ***** we are not
afraid of our ****
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC