Your love is a diamond-ruby
song at my throat
fire wired to my heart.
All the players on the stage
throw their damp duvets
But I will give it sanctuary
my whole being
Infinitesimal space to spread and grow.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
Your love is a diamond-ruby
song at my throat
fire wired to my heart.
All the players on the stage
throw their damp duvets
But I will give it sanctuary
my whole being
Infinitesimal space to spread and grow.