June 2009
“nobody can save you but
yourself
and it will be easy enough to fail
so very...”
– charles bukowski
Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I...
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She & Him- Why Do You Let Me...
