I seem unable to recall love’s blood red affinity. I appear indifferent, impolite and impenetrable. (There are treasures to be found in kinship, t here are stars to be found inside of affection.) Truths wander blindly upon the reddening streets and the heaving tavern clangs the bell... © 2011 by mark prime Last Call Bartender's Bell from DealFinder
(The Weaver's Song)