Four days has past, and there they both stood amongst untouched high conifers and virgin oaks with a rather delicate gaze attached on their faces inst..
I miss your tongue inside my mouth,where it performs a dance of fire.I miss your hands as though they wereattached on my naked belly,declaring that it..
There are trees lineson my skinmaking up your nameand the ocean in my earscoming back and forthon the shore with thoughtsof you slamming the doorwhile..
But baby, I did love you. I know how you liked your breakfast; tea and scrambled eggs. I know how old you were when you left your drunk father. I know..
I barely can understand my penmanship as I write a list to my future lover, who will forgive me a legion of times and who would make my dark places a ..
There are noises above my ceiling,and voices below my bed.There's one saying,"Be what he would want to taste at 6am."and the other that speaksof nothi..