Language is luscious,
Lascivious and lustful.
My infantile attempts,
To adorn it with adoration,
Can only fall a thousand times short.
Wistfully I can wish,
That my words,
I will be able to harvest Its’ honey.
I have no other need,
Than to know that which has,
infinitely intrigued me,
And yet still alludes me.
http://tansyroake.weebly.com/
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC
Language is luscious,
Lascivious and lustful.
My infantile attempts,
To adorn it with adoration,
Can only fall a thousand times short.
Wistfully I can wish,
That my words,
I will be able to harvest Its’ honey.
I have no other need,
Than to know that which has,
infinitely intrigued me,
And yet still alludes me.
http://tansyroake.weebly.com/
