I’ll grow cold with fire in my heart and love on my lipsand bright blood in my bones
For her birthday, The Princess wanted to go to the carnival.
Not always true, not always what they appear to be, but always what they hope to be.
“He knew his ship like Old Jim over there knows every quart-inch of his bar. The ship bent to his will, but he was a light-eyed…
Venus troubles me. I come here reluctantly; so bright. So mystifying, so inscrutable. So tenebrous, as well, beneath that gleaming skin. Moist…