July 2011
9 posts
darling, we will be fine, but what was yours and mine appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes but if it’s all just the same, then will you say my name: say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave breaks? I wasn’t born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight no, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright so: enough of...
