#75
17/10/07 14:40 Filed in: poetry
an erection found a
body,
caressing the tattered attire of sound and vision by the cliff of these moments,
when desire calls upon a living pagan
to cut the hand off that writes this wrong.
caressing the tattered attire of sound and vision by the cliff of these moments,
when desire calls upon a living pagan
to cut the hand off that writes this wrong.