Elixir from his lips and tongue drugged me.Whispering his desires in my ear…
It’s kinda depressing tbhTo realize that AIs can spit out wordsThat I let simmer on my tongueWords I lovingly caress…
Poetry — mysterious imprint
I looked down at the dirtmy face imprintedlooking back at me
a poem
The briny shore when the tide is lowlike terrain from another worldgulls pick at the salty clam bed…
Near-death experiences can change you, sort of.