poetry dog
poetry dog listened for the sound of my bed squeaking he would be right there curling up beside me after a few good turns i didn't need to read…
poetry dog listened for the sound of my bed squeaking he would be right there curling up beside me after a few good turns i didn't need to read…
no longer a seeker of love i am no longer a seeker of love it has arrived stripped me naked howled cried laughed i cannot see god but through love…
stripping down to null pulling the fine threads of affection out of the heart is a delicate procedure gone from my eyes and my arms still the ache the loss…