I feel the urging
of your canescent body,
and through the fungus of dream
know again
that these to me will
be your lastly uttered sounds.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
"This is the way the world ends / Not with a bang but a whimper." --T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men."
I will cleave until the white ugly heart of your skull is barren and yet I shall love you to the uttermost days of my life.