The weeping willow’s boughs are swept in the heavy winds,and it’s daylight, no clouds, the wind rustling the grass-blades,picturesque, and yet, and yet. It was a day like this, years and years ago,I took my first kiss to a park in Kansas,and on some old picnic blanket we gloried in the warmth of each other,in …
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Untitled #37 (2014)
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Untitled #36 (2014)
IS a i d {no} *FLASH*PHOTOG R A P H Y !
Untitled #35 (2014)
Suppose it says somethin’ about the sayin’what with the whatever and the who,and the always absent answer.says somethin’ about the sayin’,that I’m dreamin’ just of bed-bound days,netflix ‘n body-heat.suppose it says somethin’,but I ain’t sure what.
Randel (2014)
I do not love her,I thought I did, once, long ago. But it was lust for those lips, those hips,the way they wrapped around my name.And now she’s heaping praise,in that cadence that I remember dripping such sailor blush words, in the crook of my neck where no one else could hear. And I’m, …
