Feb 2013
I wonder what a voice
would taste like
flowered in blood...
These are the hours
that ****** best
in sleep.
On the backdrop
of your clothed embrace,
I have sewn
the trees around me.
would taste like
flowered in blood...
These are the hours
that ****** best
in sleep.
On the backdrop
of your clothed embrace,
I have sewn
the trees around me.
