Aug 24
She sunbathes on a rooftop garden
I sweat beneath tin and prayer.
Her light is leisure; mine, labor.
I watch her glow,
in my scathing love,
a heat that refuses to beg.
I sweat beneath tin and prayer.
Her light is leisure; mine, labor.
I watch her glow,
in my scathing love,
a heat that refuses to beg.
