of course cracks will come
faint soft erode damp in joists
your love are hands cupped round a swallow
my wanting a pox in kerchief
your love the picayune vaunted of my dreams
my undine sinking
poems and words
of course cracks will come
faint soft erode damp in joists
your love are hands cupped round a swallow
my wanting a pox in kerchief
your love the picayune vaunted of my dreams
my undine sinking