Die Freie Welt

Poems. Stories. Thoughts. That kinda thing.

12 August 2006

All himself

He loves with all of himself

Every freckle on his shoulders

Every tear from his eyes

And every yellow fiber in his green iris

Every crease on his palms

All of the blonde hairs on his cheekbones

And the wrinkles on his lips

1 Comments:

Blogger David Dodd Lee said...

These are often very good. I really like ???. Always surprising, the dark mixing with the tender or romantic,
images often shocking but not overwrought . . .

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