For K Her lips taste like day-old brioche and a chemist’s concept of cherries. Her kiss presses a thin, scented film, onto mine like
more loveAuthor: Airrion Blackstock
Airrion is an Atlanta-based husband and girl dad, processing depression, faith, and fatherhood with a pen. By day, he serves as an accountant at Untold, a global nonprofit helping people live a life beyond AIDS. Airrion has a poem forthcoming in Inkwell.