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your lips are cushions (pillows) that I find perfect for my right-now-can’t-wait night needs the voice that purrs out always a whispe..

Charlie sits at the front counter waiting for some one-day thief to walk in and steal shelves filled with musty books in a backpack or shoppi..

miles davis (gently) on my cheap cd player my apartment waiting, waiting for a vacuum broom mop grown kids waiting for a free lunch of Japane..

there was a day when grass bled and clouds fell to their knees. a cough from an elm tree sang like bitter dreams. I stole a silent gasp and w..

moon moths, moon flowers, blue moons, butterheads, pigeons, poetry, modigliani, the circus, geology, astronomy, philosophy,..

the periapt shaped like a silent prayer dangled between heavy breasts. cancer and teen boys were wearing it thin.

when she was little and the ladies worried over her not-yet-well-enough ..

side by side on sticky vinyl chairs we face a therapist who I can’t help but notice is half my age her breasts still perky her face accut..

there was a time when my thighs stretched over the neck of an elephant and my knuckles bled nightly. my lover swallowed pointed words as my mo..