incoming
The accent from
above; glove over
glove, folding flames
into the hearts of love.
And through those eyes -
as cold as caves -
rest the memories
of men made slaves.
Saturday 18th October 2008 10:49 am
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on Four Stations
21 minutes ago
Arrianna on Knotted
11 hours ago
Rick Varden on Replacement Therapy
15 hours ago
Tim Higbee on Angel
15 hours ago
Tim Higbee on I Accept My Reality
16 hours ago
Tim Higbee on Je t’adore.
16 hours ago
Tim Higbee on Knotted
16 hours ago
David RL Moore on Four Stations
16 hours ago
John Coopey on PRISON OVERCROWDING
16 hours ago
Tim Higbee on For Bob
17 hours ago