poetry

Boomerang

Boomerang. i only considered it a myth on the mouths of lonely women longing for a time when hints of jasmine rose like smoke between their thighs, and men had reason to worry of their departure. "they always come back" they said, eyes twinkling with redemption songs. Boomerang i laughed, nodded in agreement with a… Continue reading Boomerang

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poetry

Be

a dozen ways to Live, we taught each other how to breathe without oxygen oxymoronic collaborations of genius we crafted, between stained fingers and intertwined strands of lust and Love... coasting on intangible planes of Pure. not meant for consumption yet you ate off my plate of afflicted beautiful like your last meal was at… Continue reading Be