Monthly Archives: April 2015

Violinist’s Physics

I want to love you, adore you You bore me, but no I cannot scuff you, I’ll cuff you I’m already coaxed We need to hate we, you hate me I’m glowing, I’m gold Little baby, lately, loving, loafed Rate … Continue reading

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Sensual Surgery

When these lids split and the wet spheres in my face roll back in position to sit I awake feeling solidity at each finger tip in between the valley of scabs where in the night my skin has ripped ignoring … Continue reading

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