By ChloƩ Prat
trumpet,
how loud and clear
your features, joys, speech
appear before me
They stand forth
I place my hand upon you, you be my poem,
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you
By ChloƩ Prat
trumpet,
how loud and clear
your features, joys, speech
appear before me
They stand forth
I place my hand upon you, you be my poem,
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you