Beryl Skin
My hands have never been blessed
to hold diamonds or gold
or silver
but what the bloody fuck
do those things matter
if they have already been blessed
to hold you
and play with the very heavens, your
beryl skin.
You are the rightest treasure
that I'll ever, ever need.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Beautiful Madness
PuisiThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
