Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Nap
Dare, how dare this faulted heather
Soft and stabbing, rest and drain
Each blossom bearing dew, but
Dry, but try, but oh! What solemn
Falter, heat sought, julienned and
Thrash, soft kisses wake, but
Can't quite quaking sob abate.
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