XXX. Sonnets for Dancer
My dearest moment, still yet holding on air since ears seek wisdom and eyes, stairs spiraling upward…
My dearest moment, still yet holding on air since ears seek wisdom and eyes, stairs spiraling upward…
Hour upon hours will I wait for the day that my minutes are due, my second delay…
It’s rare to light this late at night our burning casual evening rhyme encased in the walls…
For each tooth you forgo under a laughy pillow, for every instance of blood familially thrown at…