It may be nothing after all.If I could stand on the mountain under youAnd maybe sit and waitFor the tears to collapse.Perhaps...I thought you would sp..
Goddesses do become deaf.Even if I am mutedAnd the codex of languageDiscardedAphrodite will not bloom.No flowerNot to be rooted in soil of rocksMetamo..
Who said that poetry bends its sturdy bark over salty seas?Who found poetry in a garden,Lush and wrapped around fingers of life protruding from the so..
If I could bend the rings of Saturn,It would be your necklace.A shackle for the pristine beast I knew...In you...In the Uterus of a prayer.One prayer ..