Dec 2014
Now I notice
how your eyes burn
blowtorch-blue
when you look at love
looking back at you.
they could cut
through iron bars;
set free
the wish to settle down,
caged within men like me.
how your eyes burn
blowtorch-blue
when you look at love
looking back at you.
they could cut
through iron bars;
set free
the wish to settle down,
caged within men like me.
