Breezeway

A swallowed coast in your touch, you tangle yourself into me until I can’t breathe; your assumed thoughts suffocating mine.

tracing

satin sleeved & velvet hearted, i speak in silk. i leave you a bread crumb trail hoping you’re hungered and … More

black coffee and Christmas lights and clean soil after rain. old ink on someone else’s receipts and pencil … More

The coffee is bitter like my pride, so I soften it with tired presence. I pretend to be surprised by … More