I don’t even know where to start. The images and language are just so lush; ‘small moon for your only pillow’, ‘arrow through a sad thirsty heart’. Just wonderful.
wow, just wow darryl, one of the most touching love poems i’ve ever read. i also have a special place in my heart for “dilapidated old sailors” and come back to them frequently in my thoughts. finally, “How am I
to go forward with so/much sweet chaos/ in my
mind?” is just the briefest, most complete description of both the artistic and the mind in love that i can think of. great art, darryl no less than always of course but one doesn’t tire to say it.
I don’t even know where to start. The images and language are just so lush; ‘small moon for your only pillow’, ‘arrow through a sad thirsty heart’. Just wonderful.
wow, just wow darryl, one of the most touching love poems i’ve ever read. i also have a special place in my heart for “dilapidated old sailors” and come back to them frequently in my thoughts. finally, “How am I
to go forward with so/much sweet chaos/ in my
mind?” is just the briefest, most complete description of both the artistic and the mind in love that i can think of. great art, darryl no less than always of course but one doesn’t tire to say it.
this is wonderful.
Beautiful.
>I am wrecked upon your lips-<
Just beautiful.
Love this, DP. Sensuous and passionate. Wrecked upon your lips — wish I had penned this phrase. Peace…
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