Hungry as an archway through which the troops have passed
I stand in ruins behind you
With your winter clothes, your broken sandal strap

Take this longing from my tongue
And all the useless things these hands have done
Let me see your beauty broken down
Like you would do for one you loved.

cenobyte is a writer, editor, blogger, and super genius from Saskatchewan, Canada.


  1. Many men have loved the belt
    You fastened to the ring
    And anyone who has wanted you
    They have found what they will
    Always want again

    (hum me a few bars and I might remember the tune :)

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