cycle-vet

by Crimbobuline

Posted to Poetry on 2003-04-06 03:20:00

Were I to place my sleepy words between inverted comas,
To utter against the sky’s argument contained,
“I have not loved for the sun, only for myself”
The illuminary nocturne closing hearts with the grim risks and chaste headtrips experience ponders
Would flood the salt banks of denial momentarily.