For several years I would only sleep with strangers; had also fully abstracted my desire into dream. I don't know how I found the arms of art finally, I think she found me, and was not itinerant. Instead, for me, someone that I used to know, long ago, who still needed me. Needed me again.
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
For several years I would only sleep with strangers; had also fully abstracted my desire into dream. I don't know how I found the arms of art finally, I think she found me, and was not itinerant. Instead, for me, someone that I used to know, long ago, who still needed me. Needed me again.