Writer's Block
By mtpoet
Writer's Block Joy, committed to memory to be recalled-- memory of you, the word, & a bath in the morning after wine after the art in our relationship had passed & the same sun continued to rise oh where has gone the joy of dancing naked upon the page? Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2001 11:06 AM PST, Rudy Thomas 0 • 10
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Writer's Block..."