finally, the soft thing..
i was cold in the marshland
of unsleep
when it touched me
a wild tenderness
such as the caress
of hands
in first love
passing from my
hair to my shoulder
and back again
*
of unsleep
when it touched me
a wild tenderness
such as the caress
of hands
in first love
passing from my
hair to my shoulder
and back again
*


0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home