Threat of hell
You are nothing to me
Lure of heaven
You are less
Along the shore I splash
Curious of the currents
Joy and sorrow swirling
Now Poet
Teach me to swim
-T. Weeks
(A response to “As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado”)
Threat of hell
You are nothing to me
Lure of heaven
You are less
Along the shore I splash
Curious of the currents
Joy and sorrow swirling
Now Poet
Teach me to swim
-T. Weeks
(A response to “As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado”)