The intensity of the air tarries
upon my liable lips...

Am I your mockingbird?
For I bleed your indigo...

The name of a child seemed
miniscule at the time when fresh rooms...

While she peers
over my shoulder, and calls you...

Philadelphia skyline is everything but art
when I call for the sun to sink honey...

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Heavy...

You've stood for me a
million times, held my hand...

Memory,
a composition of similes...

Have me reach your love beyond raven walls,
further than the lacuna of my query...

It's the sun that watches my back, wiping off
the drops of sweat with clean sweeps round my...

Forget that it's Sunday
that I am an impulsive naive girl...

She wanted, craved, discreet. She was also...
But when she walked into the air-conditioned...