My love my lovemy body in motion
looking for my voicetheir own regret.
My lemon bitterness of my dagger to write
we stopped the time did not know how to die
we are born and born of our grief.
My love my lovemy node and suffering
my millstone of tenderness my ship of torment
this sea has no cure this heaven has no air
we stopped the wind but we forgotten how to swim
and we die slowly.
photographer unknown,found online for reference use only
No comments:
Post a Comment