Saturday, May 12, 2012


The hot protest of your mouth
when you bite your lip
and taste blood and angels
is that moment I believe in God.

I once found him
in a basket of your bones
where you made him a song
and made me a believer
with your dangerous thoughts

and the sweet heresy of your wings...

1 comment:

  1. "The sweet heresy of your wings" Sublime, I love it...
    Regards from Spain.