Out of a bundle of firsts, the elementary, comes...
of love. And everyone, the self proclaimed...
All desires are subject to parallax
Substructures from the anatomy of dreams extracted...
20th June, 2013.
Unwrapping your sheet, my crave for...
I almost touched it
That place inside...
We were once slaves to our sheets,
tousled and tied in spaces where...
I.
Sometimes I adopt the coziness of cafes and lean...
When you write
I feel my muscles detach from my spine...
He tucked her explanations
under the arm...
We are standing stiff on the first floor
like freshly jarred pickles...
He is the epitome
of rich tradition...
You cage the moon in your veins
whenever it is that side of midnight...
As I lightly stroke "Liquid Raven"
across my eager nails...