say the quiet grows around me promise you know i’m still here say the slip of light is what we lacked to pin my hands on your chest for not just tonight when senses become emigrants and have stopped taking me, say the leftover waters will not empty me of you...
what sadness to finally swimtowards asphalt because that’s how blind waves become approachingthe steel breasts of summer’s end after i knowwhat pleasure isto be suspended weightlessin your armssmilingnaked as a delicate blue southern night how could i ever love anyone...
“Two lovers float entwined in one another, ensnared by their emotion. He envelops and engages; she resists and surrenders. They struggle as one with equal passion and with passion equally. She balances his head in her arms. She supports him and nurtures his...
