An uncomfortable clashing of slick palmsI, the smitten masochist, find joy in the contactBeating flesh quickens its tempoTravestying the tune that tee..
it's saturday and i'm wearing my sunday's bestpearls of perspiration adorn my collarboneearth tones smeared against my yellow skinimagining your color..
crooked lines on bent wristsstemming from a contorted crucifixbathing our tanned skin in poisoned holy waterindoctrinate the blue boys with their indi..
half past 7petrichor: the only discernible elementintangibleyet the only thing i can graspfictional beings inside my televisionthe only thing non-stat..