Poem
The sun blazes on the upturned face
of the girl who wants only clouds.
Her mind cries out for the gloom of Janury
but is granted the glare of July.
Sweet releif in a dungeoun, dark and moist
with her lover, tangled together.
of the girl who wants only clouds.
Her mind cries out for the gloom of Janury
but is granted the glare of July.
Sweet releif in a dungeoun, dark and moist
with her lover, tangled together.