~Satisfaction~
Twist, shuffle to the side
String the bow, hand back
Shoot!
There is no time for breath
Foot front, racket front
In air there is every lack
There is no satisfaction
Like this game
Of swift footed action
YOU ARE READING
RUST
Poetrywhen you hold the moon in one palm and the earth in the other, that's when you know you've won xXxXxXx If words are the anchors, this book is my lifeline. Just a book of poems.
