I was feigned by the wave andAir of youAs it heated my body to melt with tonguesTo become some erratic, sweep of hot…
They were feathers of fuchsia peopleclinging to their motherher veins;protruding stalks of light and lovebefore the colors…
Here’s the deal: we all feel things. Emotions come in a variety of colors and connotations, often which we cannot control. I’m not a…