open dooropen dooropen door dancers of mooncircle of fateman of my heart here is what i havehere is what i give you language of my skin, devotion of my lipspoetrymy pale longing thighsmy round little breasts and so much love open door and i give you my vow open door...
sew the raspberry leaves in our bedsheetsmoonlight brings youon my skin of course i’ll add the rose petalsscattered across the floorlike pieces of my wild fuchsia dress would you rather i string the violetsimpatient, and partly wholein winds would you rather i...
Hello from my blue dress, blue eyes, and the beach in Positano. It’s almost a starry night. So let’s talk about blue. A very special shade of blue. Blue mirrors, blue oranges, the bluish eyes of flame, blue moonlight on my skin, my prince of blue, I want...
low tides and little rain, the canals are quietand warmer in their knowing, i call your name, you, you, you for whom i loud in soul and heart despite the cloudstrying to conjure the thunderheads solid blues, slow vinyl records,i remembered that for you i left the back...
black tea and wild blossomsof course you have to add the rose petals lukewarm, untastednight-fulls,water leans against the spoonlike a body in the night, skin-prayer you want me moonlight shows meyour unshaved face that i love so...
