I met her on the sly in the cellar under the cave in the darkness under the shade here is heard tiny drops of water and the tiny whistle of the wind and the sucking noise of our lips drinking each other in.
Irwin R. Shaw - December 28th 1986
I met her on the sly
in the cellar
under the cave
in the darkness
under the shade
here is heard
tiny drops of water
and the tiny whistle of the wind
and the sucking noise of our lips
drinking each other in.