THE POSSESSIVE SKY
THE POSSESSIVE SKY When my nakedness bends down To touch the earth below me, Your possessive sky Becomes my skin.
THE ACHE AND ITS BECOMING…
THE ACHE AND ITS BECOMING… I ache to a sky That I soon become.
The blazing behest…
The blazing behest… At this blazing behest Of the golden light That slips from my fingers, How will the skies […]
TOO MUCH IN LOVE.
TOO MUCH IN LOVE. It never meant difference to the stars, anyways; whether it was day or night… They were […]