Poems from a.m.615
When He was happyHe placed in the skyA thousand twinkling diamondsAnd the lover reaches up, up, up
To grab these tiny jewelsAnd add to his...
A rock is in my shoe
A rock is in my shoe, never quitting,
Rubbing me raw, and I am a mountain and I am splitting
Open and a fine mist...
Soft as moon
you walk a rope
between life
and death
And I never know
where you will fall
Broken ropes
bloody...