You and me in my attic bedroom in Somerville. Green and tan striped wallpaper inexpertly hung on deeply slanted walls. Futon on the floor, the smell
Tag: Passion
One Year Ago Today: Color You Mine
Unwrapping you Thrill of opening New box of crayons Curated, my favorite colors You taste Granny Smith Apple Plum Wild Strawberry Jazzberry Jam Your
Clay
There are days And nights Where the only thing Keeping me from Sliding completely into the abyss From becoming a shapeless Nameless blob of ectoplasm
sea anemones
taste of sea in your mouth when tongues mingle explore your ear a conch shell my lips whisper poetry your fingers anemones brushing my breasts
Reunion (Revisited)
Time slows down the moment we touch rest of the world drifts away There is only remembering you remembering us together I see now
Night is a Crime in My Mouth (Revisited)
Night is a crime in my mouth waiting to unfold on my taste buds notes of tart black cherry plum pomegranate white oak Night
