Spilling ink
Me spilling ink, you, working on the paint, Feathering our new nest in silver and pastel From pink, yellow, blue, and turquoise pots. The last matches your eyes, when the sun shines. For Jan 7th March 1998
Me spilling ink, you, working on the paint,
Feathering our new nest in silver and pastel
From pink, yellow, blue, and turquoise pots.
The last matches your eyes, when the sun shines.
For Jan
7th March 1998