Shade Literary Arts

"i lie with a liar’s longing on my hips asking myself if i was too hard on a foolish boy or simply too giving in my desperate theater, i’ve always mirrored the girls on stage who command applause with desire"

"It is also a tree of mourning: Apollo changed a handsome boy into a cypress after he accidentally kills his stag   At dusk, the deer parade the lawn   Traces of sweet perfume in late fall   At the Temple of Love, sculpted snarling men spit into a fountain"