Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Ev’ry time you see
A tree in its growing phase
Do you think of me?
The feel of your breaths
Against my ear; leaving marks
No one else can see
You button my shirt
After a night of no clothes
No more need be said
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photograph by Emre Gencer
Lord Bison
Jazz-soaked spirit running circles around despair...or something like that. Really. Lover of words, lover of being in worlds free...just...free. New Yorker, artist, Virgo besieged by airhead tendencies akin to Libra moves. Bronx is home base. Began an obsession with writing at seven and twenty-odd years hence, still at it. Enjoy/love/hate/be bored/appreciate to your heart's content. Or something like that. http://www.lbisonartist.com
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Beautiful, simple and sexy.