Spring nights you pillow your head on a sack of rich compost Charcoal, your hair sheds sparks through your muttered dreams Deep is your sleep in the starless dark and you wake in your live skin to show me a tulip [...]
Spring nights you pillow your head on a sack of rich compost Charcoal, your hair sheds sparks through your muttered dreams Deep is your sleep in the starless dark and you wake in your live skin to show me a tulip [...]
