~~~~~~~~~FAIRYTALE WANDS AND WOUNDED FROGS~~~~~~~~~~
A man without emotion My only gage was the shape He was in And that was bad And so the ‘mother,’ the ‘nurse,’ the ‘woman’ That I am I leapt forth with my heart My soul My womb And saw only Possibilities I leapt into kissing And blessing His wounds Believing that I could Make him all better And it’s... Sign in to see full entry.