The smell of your smoke still lingers,
reminding me of one more thing that you refuse to...
imminent like the blossoming of night-jasmines,
my tongue is ripe with music, my heart pulsates...
i tremble, my heart is not as steady as yours;
i'm steadfast in my devotion to you...
my tongue, a honeycomb ripening
in June’s light, my words take flight...
as winds whisper secrets to thirsty pines
branches sway excitedly from side to side...
with an elephant’s hunger,
i yearn for the light that...
And here we are
coursing upstream...
Words come upon a time of magic
and exploitation within a mind...
I careen across
the pavement...
I wake up shivering, burying my hands in my...
I am alone, so I savor it...
There she was, trudging over blurred thoughts,
heaving patience to a higher level...
Women who love too much
wear their heart on their sleeve...