January 1, 2016 Fran Smith Orion January 1, 2016 Fran Smith My heart is the dawnAnd it breaks every morning,Tamed by the nightThen ignites without warning...
January 1, 2016 Fran Smith Desire January 1, 2016 Fran Smith I’m a dream on the horizonDisaster on the lineI’m the slow descent of longingAs it trickles down your spine
January 1, 2016 Fran Smith 1,035 Days January 1, 2016 Fran Smith And I cut my teethOn the blade of your shoulderAs you bowled me overand over again.
January 1, 2016 Fran Smith Bee-Lines January 1, 2016 Fran Smith And you insist on making bee-linesFor the stickiest of hivesThen leave for finer weatherSoon as winter arrives.
