In Defense of the Grasping
And when do we speak of passion?
The seeds among the lime?
We walk with eyes unlit
Under the dark belly of the fair.
The few determiners will dour their faces,
Rake with desire,
Digging for light under red moons.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2009
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