"when my nose bleeds interminably
and you show me your delicate string lines,
the world seems much delightfully smaller.
my letters possess new curls, a happy slant, when i write to you.
it is kinder, it is all kinder, when your shoulders happen as rooftops
and you lean like a bar-chord into me, a semaphore to the end.
so let us race sundown forever ( Read more... )