my last oil so you can remember my scent
paper on which to write what you cannot say
candles i want you to see me darling, light them
my kiss do I have to tell you?
anklet it carries my song, can you hear it?
my v
your v?
mm hmm you've been branded
damn
FOR HER
ta da!
my shirt yes, I washed it, wear it to bed
sketches from a to z
charcoal
wait a minute charcoal brother?
yes uh huh yes, so I can draw you when I come...now shush you're
messin' up the flow
sandals so you can walk where I walk, one day
my watch moved back an hour
1 book the idiot's guide to me
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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