still hiding
so i hid her in my poetry in between these lines her colors and shapes still somehow undefined still wild … Continue reading still hiding
so i hid her in my poetry in between these lines her colors and shapes still somehow undefined still wild … Continue reading still hiding
When all the drowsy metaphors about women and fruit have been peeled and devoured; there’s just you, me a bowl … Continue reading After Language
my mouth made for communication my lips their own language an articulate vocabulary to write upon your skin the immaculate … Continue reading lips speak
i tasted your heaven was burned by your hell from both i returned howling from my wild within untamed a … Continue reading still wild