sculptor with a chemistry degree who writes a bit
bittersweet: our meetings.
My friend. my lover.
A sigh of otherness
A sigh not my own
For a loss
An arm’s distance (may 28)
Held at arm’s length,
Close enough to savor the sweet possibilities
To taste their nectar, to see the bounty up Ahead
But Far, too far, for them to be reality
Chiffondness
Tease out a bit.Let loose a bit more.
Play date
Something about An open field That coaxes like “soft” + “warm.”