Who is this man who uncloses me
every night, with my bright eyes illuminating...
Partly because I couldn't be drawn to care,
and partly because my bed is warm...
Why?
she asks, a...
My mother never taught me to tell lies.
She didn't cultivate vines behind my back, never...
A letter that
illustrates not...
There were never any deaths on those
cold-hearted tiles, but there was a prominent...
He stood proud
five-eleven in bare feet...
In a sun-scorched field
he stands...
I know you are in rehab (no no no)
and have been clean...
Once upon a twilight,
I would prance across...
Tonight, he'll make her beautiful
in the finest worry suits; all raw...
You, coquette and lovely, once managed
to encompass the allure of your sex...