I Write Poetry
This is my version of Catullus 70:
[i]She says, he says[/i]
My woman says that she loves me so sweetly,
She’d never betray me with man or with deity.
She says . . .
But the words of a woman in lust really oughta
Be writ on the winds or scribbled in water.
[i]She says, he says[/i]
My woman says that she loves me so sweetly,
She’d never betray me with man or with deity.
She says . . .
But the words of a woman in lust really oughta
Be writ on the winds or scribbled in water.