Unrequited

Even today, I swear it was me (our lips, wet shades of brown glistening in the wake of our want cocoahoneymolasses conglomerate of passionate kiss: prefervid and locking in ardor. We bore witness to crescent moons, conversation to outlive sun’s lifetimes, way of the world debated with embrace. Two wholes reborn anew were we; I…

Ritual Union

It’s a rhythmic release I hear his heart pounding; a congo in a box whose echo calls me home

I’m the stubborn type, …

always needing the words despite the signs. The captions tell the story. Make me certain. Let me know how best to let you go.