We do it our own way

i can slurp stars out from the sky garnishing your surreal body, where my lips stick to your moist words. A refined way of picking your name. Coltish your patterns give me jolts, often. you have mirror- mosaic eye, one’s that make your body numb. A piquant chisel touch, maybe. A lampshade residing beneath ourContinue reading “We do it our own way”