Without provocation things fell softly into place He kissed her mouth fully leaning himself into her mouth, hair They moved together fluidly, the cold of the night…… Read more
Category: poetry
Forehead pressed to the paneRain falls as the light crests the horizonHe wakes, trying to reach meWe sit, he on the side, me on the end of…… Read more
orange
Wait… I am like an orange. I have a rough, thick skin. If you manage to penetrate that, you’ll find another, bitter layer When you finally get…… Read more “orange”