you make…

by doreen peri

Posted to Utterances on 2002-09-28 19:20:00

Parent message is 294163
…me imagine the imaginings of miracles surrounding
the spherical lyrical truths which soothe us with the
caress of a guess of Time. There are periods at the ends of sentences.

You make the dispenses of
rhyme prime me with
revelry.
In the sight
of me you have crossed
my hands are stabbed

you make me
bleed my
love