A sanguine collector, ache, comes often; seeking to swallow what remains of a […]
And then he sought to part those lips, away from the rest, I […]
Bitter blossoms believe not in intangible ideas, in concepts, in reveries that last; […]
Soft, sensual, certain, the decadence of dusk flows freely into throat, into the […]
Lost in the depth of his fatigue-kissed lids, I think of clouds scattered, […]