5am poetry
Arise like an early tideTaking blue hour in strideBefore over stimulationBefore…
weekday night couch sex in the month of June during a Stranger Things rewatch marathon damn…can’t wait for…
When my words were sliced and diced and torn to shreds macheteed and confettied I took it all in…
If I put it in a poem would you hold it to your breastrest your heart upon my chest…