Mayte Lisbethnew york.He’s reminiscent of night time New York wears labels like streets signs smells better than home before pollution claims the scent eyes like…May 13, 2015May 13, 2015
Mayte Lisbethkiss.I get to kiss you. Soft. Sweet. Steady as longing. Consistent like Fingers Grazing Skin Nails gripping Backs of Necks like SHeets On Floor…May 13, 2015May 13, 2015
Mayte Lisbethfear. part one.“To be black and conscious in America is to be in a constant state of rage.” — James BaldwinMay 13, 2015May 13, 2015