Did he sleep
like this -- his arms flung,
back arched, breathing
with his whole body?
Oh my heart, gaudy
with swords.
There's nothing
I can spare her.
Outside, patient and helpless,
the generous fall of the snow.
Did he sleep
like this -- his arms flung,
back arched, breathing
with his whole body?
Oh my heart, gaudy
with swords.
There's nothing
I can spare her.
Outside, patient and helpless,
the generous fall of the snow.
strong poem indeed.
*cries*
So true. And I love that line, "gaudy with swords".
This is fabulous, Erin.