this poem
just placed its fingers
to delicate collar bone
and looked at you in such a way
that only a woman who knows
her daddy was a well deposed king
may do
silently saying
were he not my father
i could love you
this poem
just placed its fingers
to delicate collar bone
and looked at you in such a way
that only a woman who knows
her daddy was a well deposed king
may do
silently saying
were he not my father
i could love you