| es mīlu Wainonu |
[Sep. 30th, 2006|12:00 am] |
"From a deep, immaculate kiss she spread her two ripe, dripping limbs and then I happened.
And the moon throbbed and fought with an angry sun all that day and all that night. Until it forced me out.
Now I scald here... alone.
Touch me. With your white words and your dead hands. Now, before I freeze. And become one of you."
Dinky's poem
from «Welcome Home, Roxy Carmichael» |
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