Poems from willdurhamwill
Turtles are gods
On fallen trees, looking up.
Surveying the wild green
Water I approach without grace.
The turtles fell, as little gods...
I want summer to bite me.
Send me to bed wet
With tile mosaics on the bottom of pools
Find new ways to break my heart.
By fall I want...
Happiness is a tired heart
And calloused hands. It's pain
Relievers and aching metaphors.
Metaphors that breathe and sing
Like Northern...
You are a centerpiece,
You are every art gallery.
You are Lisa's Moan
Panting under Leonardo's
Brush, echoing through
The marble halls of...
You can't help who you love
But you can help who you kiss
You can touch like you want to touch
Soft, and in length,
Quick, hard, and...