delphi: a love poem
Here we are.Supine in our togas, side-eyedand crowned with laurels.Pressed in the Attic clay,the urn’s belly binds us like lovers. How you strain to find…
Here we are.Supine in our togas, side-eyedand crowned with laurels.Pressed in the Attic clay,the urn’s belly binds us like lovers. How you strain to find…