. . . I'm not the sleeper who waits for a kiss.
But who is the god who designed me to love you like this?
And if I break in two and fall to my knees,
and tell you the truth
would you then believe
you have been this to me?
The last stop and everything I know . . .
But who is the god who designed me to love you like this?
And if I break in two and fall to my knees,
and tell you the truth
would you then believe
you have been this to me?
The last stop and everything I know . . .
Image: "Eduard in Afternoon Light" by Michael Bayly.
See also the previous Wild Reed post:
The Empty Beach
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