you continue to shatter my sensibilities. snap! just like that!
THE FLY
In his black armour
the house-fly marched the field
of Freia's sleeping thighs,
undisturbed by the soft hand
which vaguely moved
to end his exercise.
And it ruined my day--
this fly which never planned
to charm her or to please
should walk boldly on that ground
I tried so hard
to lay my trembling knees.
i just keep getting crumpled.
love,
why levy
