WE CONTINUE TO DWELL AMONG THE LIVING AFTER WE DIE. WE LIVE ON IN MINDS, HEARTS AND LIPS.
Profound Vers-A-Talesour feet are grape-squashed in memories our skins are still flushed from the touch of summer’s lips.
A touch, a tear, a tempestWe end up kissing her for an hour, and her lips are so soft they are almost like a joke.
Willful CreaturesI didn’t form my lips into the shape of a kiss. I was merely about to whistle.
A Zebra is the Piano of the Animal Kingdom