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...