Another snack for the Medium monster
Echoes II
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I don’t have the hubris required to believe that any single piece of my writing is powerful enough to catalyze change. Perhaps it could happen, but I’m realistic enough with my expectations to know that the chances are somewhere south of slim.
Her skin smells of eternity
Like dew-sweet blossoms and
Succulent spring and melon-rind
Smiles, sunbursts pink and green.
She looks like Sunrise
Full of Joy and Eternity
Moon Flowers and Morning Flowers
And all of birds flying high.
Oh, she tastes of a thousand years,
Of a perfect song or seven seconds
Of infinity drawing near, ’til her kiss
Is the siren spell that holds me here.
an accidentally abandoned project by myself and the amazing, talented Jordyn Phillips
Damn twelves are always sneaking into places they don’t belong.
The experience of seeing him for the first time was red like a rose and just as provocative. It was the smoldering of an ember burning with renewed heat, its touch the sensual…
