we talked about us
picked words from our skies
scrambled letters like
jumbled tiles until
we knew what we meant
so soon in sync we
kissed without locked lips
tasted each other’s
phrasing sweet like love
fluently speaking you
fluently speaking me
Scattershot poetry, prose, art, and assorted creative ammunition. A celebration of desire, language, and the revel of life through craft and frequent writing practice.
I checked my blog's numbers after my last post. My readership seemed to be exploding, but considering the volume was all from Singapore,...
Hot damn
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