behind the battered white of your eyelids, hanging light & droopy as wings, soft-snow & the bouquet of embracing oleanders in the back of the old truck. your sick heart thrums within the burning silk ...
behind the battered white of your eyelids, hanging light & droopy as wings, soft-snow & the bouquet of embracing oleanders in the back of the old truck. your sick heart thrums within the burning silk ...