to return to (beautiful disasters)
he has you tight by the belt,
even though there’s
no flower and no milk
inside your body.
death will open
your eyes
to what his face is:
leather spine
of a black lizard.
no more advice.
let yourself be silently drawn
by the stronger pull of
who
you really love.
February 26th, 2008 at 8:38 am
draw me nearer…
February 27th, 2008 at 9:40 pm
or in such cases… what you really love.
February 28th, 2008 at 1:16 pm
draw me nearer
to
who or what
you really love