“I know which way the wind blows through you…” ~Berryl ~~~~~ Why is it this way, when he left his heart behind? Gave me his secretsÂ you would not have? Why then, does the wind blow cold and stark? He called themÂ scraps that nobody wanted. I saw three quarters of a man, mercurial, slip through my
I stood there, at your door and tremored inside, quaking in my boots. fearing both to finally find home, and (final) rejection, also. Which way would you choose, should I kneel in supplication? -my blood for the letting, my flesh for the taking – or should I play brazen instead?