and if the fucking
words cannot
describe
all my intent-
or what I feel
in pages lost
of soured days
ive spent,
to see your face
in scowling ire
of ever pounding
greed-
and still I lay
beneath your toe
dead deep in thought
and deed.
and if the fucking
words cannot
describe
all my intent-
or what I feel
in pages lost
of soured days
ive spent,
to see your face
in scowling ire
of ever pounding
greed-
and still I lay
beneath your toe
dead deep in thought
and deed.