Wise one, deeper than my own bones
once the observer, the angel underneath
now you hover over me in ways that make me think
anything is likely: water and earth may mix.
My imaginary eye, my...
For the Osiris
When the sun rises
Peaking into the bedroom window
Which refreshingly faces east
And the bright beams tickle our slumbering bodies
Until we finally awaken refreshed
Together and alive with that...
For Loren: With Love
It seemed to her that nothing was going to work
That she would be freezing on a summer day
And not need a coat in winter
That she would be calm while the earth was quaking
And scream with...
For Steve: Last Exit
Francesca De Le Bleuby
French Kissing A Pussyby
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