The forests of love <br />You watered inside me <br />Have caught fire…. <br />Albinos of anger <br />Are taking birth <br />As blaring attempts … I hear <br /> <br />So love! Is it some Iron Age <br />Town of our masters of yore (yore? ?) <br />That has become a receptacle of your ova? <br />Are the Gothic ascents too erotic to behold <br />O love don’t jilt, don’t go <br />I make paper planes … designed to carry <br />Any load of dreams… <br />Come hither and I shall carry you; <br />Your lover and my envy <br /> <br />* Someone wrote some poem on “Winchester”... the unknown city...<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paper-planes-2/
