Season of moist talks

with our bodies collidingthis night sings a song of petunia,a soft spring blooming behind our feet.A velvet yawn of a quiet afternoon.The night is a tiny flowerthumping against the sun-kissed breathsa hum of summer,a hum of winter.The mouth dipped in the greasy elbows,a pathway to the flowering petals.Silver droplets of water,the body shrinks like a… Continue reading Season of moist talks


    Romancing with winter involves more than seduction to its frosty night. There is a pit darker inside the walls of a colossal ball of shadow. A shadow where skins of lost soul bloom. A pool of infinite kisses. The chills of silent lustrous night expand in the most imposing manner, like the feathers… Continue reading As-I-Worship-Winter