when you think of a poem late at night dressed in nothing but a bandana in the middle of winter with no heating... and it ends up being pretty blissful...
"And it was that utterance,
that sweet utterance from your lips:
‘come back to me, my odd-boy’
that utterance which floods me with such belonging,
that also blew lost whispers among our guests to wak...
a story of two lovers, nonconforming and wild. one mysterious, one tender. they shared wishes they want to live out together.
oh, how time is a cruel mistress to them.