right this world. add a coma. Right, this world.
give breath to thought. give to thought. give to breathe.
oh, to hold the moment, soo slight,the bay rum lingers even
to the nose of a memory.Cool my chin to the nape, to the neck, cool
Pressed
Pressed together, one.
not theirs,
Now only hours,
And ours
Arms to hold ribs,squeezed back,
yes a memory,tied to a thought.
In Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy, the City of Dis (in Italian, la città ch'ha nome Dite, "the city whose name is Dis")[1] encompasses the sixth through the ninth circles of Hell.[2] The most serious sins are punished here, in lower Hell. Dis is extremely hot, and contains areas more closely resembling the common modern conception of Hell than the upper levels.
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..