How amazing is this? I can't bear to throw away these roses. The rest of them are all withered, dried, (dead). But this coral rose, poking up and above the rest of its fellows, is still as fresh and as soft, as rich, as it was when I purchased the bouquet.
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts and thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
-time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough