reckless in love like a dog in heat i managed to find you and chewed on you sucking the marrow from your veins until i felt that i could walk without holding your hand but my palms grew sweaty and i had no place to wipe them
08/29/2008
Posted on 08/29/2008Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
i have that problem too...with the sweating. great poem, uriel.