December 2010
POEM:Acoustic Tales
acoustictales:
It’s too late to speak of sweetness, my love: Cruelty has already taken possession. We both know the childish ploys of justice, That only sorrow can balance our bodies’ eternity. No embrace, no words: It’s time for that old and painful absence. Yes, my love, I speak the infinite language of cruelty. I have walked beside your imminent shadow on that mountain path. I have played...