Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry “Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!”
THOMAS PARKE D’INVILLIERS.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Sugar does not quell the fire.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Unintentional binges. Strudel tastes dry in my aged mouth. Aging. Aging with you? Sometimes it's a possibility. I wonder; what do the stars think? What does God think?
disclaimer: What was written in the past
can last,
but the feelings that were felt
can melt;
and they dissolve into space
and chase
other places, other times
and rhymes.