Danny, James Archer
Danny, James Archer Poems
'lei bello occhi'.. not to be overly frank.
'Voy un...' Oh please!
'...SESSO con mi' you will! ?
That glow drains to dark, you grow pale.
I was only 'chatting him up.'
'you do want this... dont you! ? '
I love it here.
We hate you here... this 'FIERY italian spirit.'
And the WOMEN, the EYES, those red bodys.
how can we resist.
Home wrecker, I have mind to cause a BIG death.
you come here, take our men, destroy homes.
our 'fiery temper' boils, THIS is war.
the cliche's end there.
Im only human too. i dont know ...
Its Me! !
water forms on a cheek
a moment of silence
cold, wet and bewildering
frost forms, a chokehold
you could have been given a million names.
had death been called hapiness
would it be as wonderful?
equally if you were her would I love you still?