sharpening the proverbial knife and cutting away
Friday, April 30th, 2004My lips begin to itch, but its a pleasant sort of itch. My body quivers and I’m reminded of an autumn day, an autumn day in which I lied amongst a flurry of leaves, my body shaken with each penetration of cupid’s arrows. Arrow after arrow. The ambivalence of the temperature confined me in my […]