Tell me more, but you won’t.
I’d like to ask more questions,
but now I won’t.
Your gestures, your curls,
the shirt in your imagination,
all but left them forlorn.
The wind is the same wind
that carried us to this
nocturnal boundary.
2021
Tell me more, but you won’t.
I’d like to ask more questions,
but now I won’t.
Your gestures, your curls,
the shirt in your imagination,
all but left them forlorn.
The wind is the same wind
that carried us to this
nocturnal boundary.
2021