Erotic Pasta and the Lesbian Who Ate it: A New-Age Forkless Twirl
red all over blonde
a mess of angel hair roni
mixing it up at face value
saucy entanglement in durango
where the four corners meet at the lips
where the tongues paint petroglyphs in vulva
going down with the sun in the deep canyons
where the utes prayed to their gods and where
lifeforce now serves as reminder a paleolithic collander
straining soul juices flavoring cave walls
breath of cilantro
mixes saliva with clove
of garlic weakening the
kiva ladder to where it can
no longer stand buckling under
to erotic pasta and the lesbian who ate it
a new forkless twirl....
A young technician mourns his lover until he meets another man - a man with a secret. But there are other secrets as a jealous ghost returns to protect his turf.
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
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