Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2011
i were left to impress upon myself the medium of hips
where in was yours, the aptest sliver of
feminine hotting spark
                                                 and after
in rigid slumbers mortar
she was more astonishing
than gods first light
he said
once
(and it was
) so?
PK Wakefield
Written by
PK Wakefield
496
   Nina McNally and Joel M Frye
Please log in to view and add comments on poems