when you withdraw something in me dies angrily i miss your spirit spit on a cruel world press my palm to a closed door hopeful for your return …
Read Moremeet me on the stage of this erotic theatre don’t hide (me) in the wings step forward into the light sometimes stand behind me whisper sweet everythings sweep me off…
Read Morelet your longing be just yours for a day keep the ache close lay it low sit slow wait— for the unbearable to settle Longing can be intoxicating—sweet…
Read Morein another world i’d have married you he said and it’s hard not to say i love you at the end of every call because i do in the quiet…
Read MoreChange is not new to our bushveld town—but it does seem to be accelerating faster than that convertible that raced through town a few months ago and caused such consternation…
Read Morei know you so well though you don’t know that i do seen the things you tried (to hide) been the wings you needed (to decide) and now i’m leaving…
Read Morelove is like a spider it makes you jump with a certain kind of exhilaration (an odd terror even) that takes a while to settle a fascinating creature all legs…
Read MoreDating in a small town is not for sissies. Partnering up and partnering down can feel very public, and love triangles are so common that we may need to rewrite…
Read Morei want to be summery myself and do winters with you This little one (the poem, not the greater striped swallow) has been hanging around for a while.…
Read Morei've let my heart break a little enough to hurt a lot though there's a last time and a moon between us i am whole in parts you turned me…
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