sexta-feira, novembro 16, 2007

The Wild

when he knocked on my door
and entered the room
my trembling subsided in his sure embrace
he would be my first man
and with a careful hand
he wiped the tears that ran down my face

on the second day
i brought her a flower
she was more beautifulthan any woman i'd seen
i said, 'do you know where the wild roses grow
so sweet and scarlet and free?'