Mar 2013
all that's alive
are my hands and lips
the rest is vinery
there's nothing to touch
the brain to tips
just a bested line in me
we're empty enough
swollen rosen-hips
lust's a slow findery
are my hands and lips
the rest is vinery
there's nothing to touch
the brain to tips
just a bested line in me
we're empty enough
swollen rosen-hips
lust's a slow findery
