This sugar, this feeling tossed into the shoreline by a gathering storm

and speak for my tongue is broken, my shoulders dusted with a soft blush and the full moon that serves as sole witness to possibility that alights on my heart. In my eyes he matches the gods, the man who with the slightest inclination of his brow pours longing into lush reeds in water, profusely … Continue reading This sugar, this feeling tossed into the shoreline by a gathering storm