Thursday, November 30, 2006
13 Reverie
Who else but she
would cover my feet
once they’d scaped
from the neath
of my sleep sheet?
Next Chapter: That Person Looks Sorta Familiar
A tale of love, madness, coffee, and dependence in the form of 75 poems.
Who else but she
would cover my feet
once they’d scaped
from the neath
of my sleep sheet?
Next Chapter: That Person Looks Sorta Familiar