Aug 09, 2004 23:57
He'd walked these streets before.
Nothing new, or effeminately blue,
Just...the way s
he cocked her head.
Twice to many. As in "on the way
To"
Many.
She's travelling there,
Some how she found the way, some
How
She wrote the handbook on love
And all the pleasantries of it,
But 'she' left 'him'
Out.
The water (bluecleartrue) rang
Bells effluently without levelling
Buildings, mountains, or trees.
Goats sing a pleasant melody
To he. As he
Walks these
Streets...
Before.
.S.