They lift my legs.
Left. Right...
Back down South, where you grew up on Bible
and cattle ranching was where we were at our best...
This isn't a painting.
Don't prance around with...
When our feeling were still verdurous
I learnt how to ideate you as my muse...
I saw her across the world
crossing legs atop a chandelier...
2014-07-15 00:33
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned...
She aches for the beach
that never seems to come...
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I haven't forgotten you...
I am but the rotten core
of an apple, love-bites from falling...
The sea is mighty, deep, and chilled
And many are the men it's killed...
Oh saintly night,
you, where the moon strolls by...
2014-06-27 03:31 AM
To all of you whom the sunlight reaches...