By: K. Jan Harvey
She read to me the poetry
Of she-roses who can't refuse their lovers.
But I said, 'I'm not a bee.'
'I'm the animal that supersedes his brothers;
Stung and angry.' She looked away
And at the map of Spain I'd hang upon my wall.
"If this were all, I'd take it all and nothing more."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
I dig.
Post a Comment