only the tinglingof my palmsand the bruise on my kneesknow how deeply in lovei…
There isno onein the world
I don’t know, where this is going.
A lambtreads over sprawled lion
I lock fingers withSilhouettes of ghostsWith slender midriffs,
I pulled the release button
But nothing happened —
Arriving with only the black cat gleam of her eyes
intentions,intense incentivesburnish the frame of the mood we’re in,letting go briefly, as they come to our senses
Ancient rings reunite us as conjoined twins of distant rivers, recollected overlaps of presence, held musings of heaven teased…
What goes around, sure comes around.What’s up, later is downwards bound.I know I’m high, I’ll keep it downbefore her smile flips into…