“Dappled Spectacle” We lived on the second floor growing up. The sounds of neighborhood proximity danced through the screens and curtain sheers on sunny shadowed mornings. The aliveness of the day pulled us out of our sweaty summer beds, and coaxed us out, out….
“Lost” I feel the confusion in your kisses. Open mouthed and adrift. A beauty when your sweaty, you drive my madness swift. A desert expedition, a traveling caravan. I’m a gypsy in your harem, a crusader in your land. Your heart is fixed in…
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