There is much to forgive.
We are ornate
and gothic and damp
with sin and fertile
with loves
and with lies.
Swimming
swooning
our sorrow
our joy
kissing
onward.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
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A blog largely focused on my own poetry, with an occasional sampling of poems by other poets and commentary about poetry.
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