Promise me you’ll stay improper And say lewd things customized to My frame Palms running over me, Never anything pretty. Show me a good time
more loveWoman is faithful (she waits), man is fickle (he sails away, he cruises). It is Woman who gives shape to absence.
more loveA couch built for three, yet you insist on sharing a cushion. It almost makes up for our self-imposed distance, a safety measure leaving me
more loveWe keep running into each other, that summer after my graduation,
more loveBones are all I have left Of this decrepit old soul, And though I am at rest My bones will forever call To hers locked
more loveSummer’s solitary tune is finally Being unstrung by breeze, Short single nights given reprieve As it sinks below dirt. But I’m caught within its doorway.
more loveWe are branded immiscible; the oil and water, of our caste fabric. Darkness becomes our sanctuary and stealth is second nature. We meet in planned
more loveI wanted to confirm the existence of a man, who would love me enough to brush his eyelashes against my face, like you would a
more loveThey weren’t the greatest Christmas lights in Dallas. You asked for the Galleria or the lightshow outside the firehouse. Those arches were hacky. Blended spicy
more love25 years into their marriage my Mom teaches my Dad to make cricket sounds, rubbing her lips back and forth to mimic the bug. My
more loveThink daggers. Think the perfect incision of a scalpel, lonely blood, the sky full of stars. So few. Think the city too bright, too close.
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