Rub a Dub
Soaping together
is sacred to us.
Washing each other's shoulders.
You can fuck anyone-
but with whom can you sit in water?
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home