I will want you until every field dries up and our grandchildren - TopicsExpress



          

I will want you until every field dries up and our grandchildren don’t know what a blossom is. Until they all fall into sordid madness, losing their mind and their love. Until our own audacity forces us into the milky whites of space and all the broken hearts burst into supernovas, And then even after we’re all dusk no dawn, afraid to speak And an infant’s whisper is the call of the wild, Even after obscurity has gnawed into my bones And darkness has sucked on my marrow I will want you still.
Posted on: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 23:02:27 +0000

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