08-21-2015, 01:16 AM
How is it that our hearts yet hang
throughout the years still ripening,
the thickened flesh a sweet delight,
'tween stone and skin a full grown bite.
Why is it that our sacks dangle lower
throughout the years still stretching
that wrinkled flesh, truly a fright
'twixt your hand and a hard place.
throughout the years still ripening,
the thickened flesh a sweet delight,
'tween stone and skin a full grown bite.
Why is it that our sacks dangle lower
throughout the years still stretching
that wrinkled flesh, truly a fright
'twixt your hand and a hard place.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris