sábado, junio 30, 2012

Poem of the bereaved

I will miss your white legs
your soft belly
your beard on my back
your watermelon breath
your fingers in my mouth
your long feets
and the nicknames I gave you.
I will always miss
what I thought you were,
because I love you
as no one does anymore,
and you couldn't care less.

No hay comentarios.: