Robyn PorteousBerriesMaybe my lips Were made for decoration, Like the berries on a Syringa tree, That you shouldn’t really eat. Or, If you knew, You wouldn’t…Jan 4, 2017Jan 4, 2017
Robyn PorteousI Can Be RecklessI can be reckless when I want to be touched. To be felt. To be loved. The mesmerizing tides of your eyes push my heartbeat fast and slow…Jan 3, 2017Jan 3, 2017