Post by Steve on Jul 31, 2006 15:58:51 GMT -5
black lover,
dark as coal
cheekbones like raw iron
disrobing in the shadow
of a poplar tree,
like clouds fall upon the sun
i collapse on her
and we are sewn into
night's dress,
sweeping the cigarette butts
down Young's Avenue,
forever in the shadow
of a poplar tree.
dark as coal
cheekbones like raw iron
disrobing in the shadow
of a poplar tree,
like clouds fall upon the sun
i collapse on her
and we are sewn into
night's dress,
sweeping the cigarette butts
down Young's Avenue,
forever in the shadow
of a poplar tree.