Back to the Place of Rain and Liberals
crates | August 17, 2008
Blackberries We were just friends when you tripped on the blackberry vine. I got to my knees beside you and Helped pick out the thorns, Putting your fingers in my mouth to Bite them out with my teeth. Then to make you laugh I fed you Sun-warmed blackberries Lying there in the grass, and Then I [...]