Jan 2013
The night strays
Into a dream,
A retreat:
A wall,
On which I lean
When under throws
Of volleyed wants and drowned woe,
To stolen escapes,
Beneath the wet.
To smoke,
To dwell.
To taste regret.
Into a dream,
A retreat:
A wall,
On which I lean
When under throws
Of volleyed wants and drowned woe,
To stolen escapes,
Beneath the wet.
To smoke,
To dwell.
To taste regret.
