She said: come to sleep
With the little love I have left.
My fingers remember what tenderness is.
She had the quiet skin of a child.
Only her breasts wept , old as sadness.
Background: two survivors, the man speaks.
She said: come to sleep
With the little love I have left.
My fingers remember what tenderness is.
She had the quiet skin of a child.
Only her breasts wept , old as sadness.
Background: two survivors, the man speaks.