We are loveIn some inveterate formNeither giving nor losingThat which cannot beTaken but shared
End of the day. Books down, lights out. We rendevous in the middle of the bed, curl up into each other, snuggle…
written by Thom Garrettedited by Danna Colman
First Officer William FelixLOG: May 3, 2208
A 1" opening of glass splits clammed-up airas tiny, distilled humans fermentin impatience.