Holding myself as I bend towards sleep, I allow course of fire to […]
The thought of rose wine comes to me when I touch your lips […]
Only time will tell, residue of longing, luscious, on the edge of lower […]
Brooding, the faint slender crescent living with ache and no serious sins perhaps […]
And just like that the ocean unfurled opening up to his inquiring brow […]