Existential Right of a Cliche
Your eyes, a moon-soaked shard of heaven, your face, luciform lilt of sea; I scarcely breathe, lying with you, love, now, my heart so jammed with awe; crammed with the varied parts of you;...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Your eyes, a moon-soaked shard of heaven, your face, luciform lilt of sea; I scarcely breathe, lying with you, love, now, my heart so jammed with awe; crammed with the varied parts of you;...
