Author Alfred Kreymborg Habit makes it grow easy and easier, this peeling of veils from my heart. One of these days I'll have the brute naked. I, for one, want to see him. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments