You know my body
better than anyone.
the way my back hangs
like a hook, arched
for you to snatch
the weight away, the wave
goodbye as I play
dead, the smile I pay the sun.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Questions to animate the corpse of our beliefs, that lay heavy as tombs over beauty; she is raised when asked, “who are you?”
And I have not seen this blog before. Lovely, lovely lovely.
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