I met Saskia Pomeroy today and I want her swimming costumes!
Love Poem from a Barbarian, for Grant.
blue - peaking
my tongue swell
and crack in this air
yet I cannot place the difference,
To whom do these soaring flecks of white, these stony steeples belong?
I watch them
I wanted to write a Love Poem as a token of my affection.
I found, people do pant when they can’t hear themselves breathe.