Would you forsake
me for a dime,
run home,
leaving me to sift
through the green lumber
of your stock and trade?
That last look,
a flame.
All that remains
is for me to start
my punishment
of jealousy.
Z
The Naked Words of Z
Would you forsake
me for a dime,
run home,
leaving me to sift
through the green lumber
of your stock and trade?
That last look,
a flame.
All that remains
is for me to start
my punishment
of jealousy.
Z
