11/30/13:
To plant orchid ink to your jaw is a dream,
considering your skin is laced in lithium.
But my mouth is a greenhouse;
I dine on Wisteria weeds.
YOU ARE READING
The Sagittarius
PoésieThe Sagittarius is a chronological collection of poems I've written over the past year and a half that are all specific to one topic. Some are very brief and some are longer.
