She walks in smokea slow burning incenseedging in reverse. I breathe her in deep,And feel hercurling into my lungs,a warningthat smells likesieged perfumeburnt but sweet.…
Poet & Storyteller
She walks in smokea slow burning incenseedging in reverse. I breathe her in deep,And feel hercurling into my lungs,a warningthat smells likesieged perfumeburnt but sweet.…
A Match That Forgot How To Breathe I met her on a Tuesday.But it wasn’t an ordinary Tuesday.Sort of lukewarm, but heavy.One of those just…