May 20, 2016 by Rosemerry
I’ve cursed it,
but look how
with its dust
and its dead things
and its darkling
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged poem, poetry | 1 Comment
Love’s compost. The body is an amazing recycling bin 🙂 “it’s darkling softness” –nice.
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