Amarilla (pc)
Posted to Poetry
by Tim Cunningham on 2002-02-09 01:26:00
Amarilla, you are now
acquaint me with your
arms, ears and eyes
Pure beauty wrapped
into human flesh
I dare to ask
your lips, I
dare to ask you
A house filled with scum,
whores in every beat
Piss replacing the
tears on screen;
You can't change the facts
bring light in misery
but I can try to dream;
...there is perfume
on those lips...
