OMGSQUEE! You do not suck at poetry. I like it. I don't know why everybody's afraid to judge the stuff, when we all have more opinions than God about each other's prose. (Which begs the question: How many opinions does God have?)

My favourite line is, "Broken, they'd scent the air like cinnamon sticks." That's perfect and strange. And "messianic kisses," whew. And I love how he loses hold of his established pattern on the 3rd-to-last line. "Her" to "your." Yeah.

You rock my world. *rocks* Look at me, I'm all pink and happy. (My masterlist is now up to seven.)