Wednesday, August 13, 2014
I want this to be a "Holiday of you taking our breath a way"
You're Violence, and yet you're something else.
and She will sing, Of empires and hours.
I "set sail" in you alone.
You'd better drag your fingers, on the sea.
I always wanted you Romance, but you play a harp.
You're so clean. Dress me, ocean.
from July 2, 2003