Oct 20 2008
Savory Satan
The blisters that don’t hurt
The burn that did.
To keep the chapped lips
That lie within.
To you I write
To miss and have your rite
Love’s Lust
The appeal of the apparent
To clench thy teeth is to be at will in a box
To be studying is to be researching the within.
Sometimes unworthy but always worth
The nails that grow long are [...]
