licking wounds
at first I wasn’t certain if your lips were a balm that soothed or if they just opened up a … Continue reading licking wounds
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mirage
so tonight i will once again try to erase your lines of poetry and perhaps i will write a new … Continue reading mirage
bear witness
“She said: ‘Father, can I tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?’ I was halfway in love by the … Continue reading bear witness
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After Language
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
letting the waves come and go
“I think love is kind of like those waves out there,” she said. “You ride one in to the beach, … Continue reading letting the waves come and go
no bargain
there are no bargains here in the wild the wolf will hunt when he finds your scent as is his … Continue reading no bargain
lips speak
my mouth made for communication my lips their own language an articulate vocabulary to write upon your skin the immaculate … Continue reading lips speak
still wild
i tasted your heaven was burned by your hell from both i returned howling from my wild within untamed a … Continue reading still wild
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