Drunk on His Poetry
His word-fingers slip my buttons from their slots, those intentional letters sparkle my spots and crevices. My mind sips his thoughts, my heart disintegrates, melts wetter into the dots of…
Where I Burn
His word-fingers slip my buttons from their slots, those intentional letters sparkle my spots and crevices. My mind sips his thoughts, my heart disintegrates, melts wetter into the dots of…