Apr 2014
she would unriddle your wrinkles
wear your sweating
cast away your death
in her sighs
she would have you
rest your name
in the echoes of her womb
drunken you
with her rapture
of being alive
wear your sweating
cast away your death
in her sighs
she would have you
rest your name
in the echoes of her womb
drunken you
with her rapture
of being alive
