flowers on a vine crawl up a trellis, weighed down with delicate buds. earth dark under my fingernails, embedded in fabric: a prelude. sunlight, together with the ocean view, long paths: possibility.
the further away i am the easier it is to remember. (it's together that makes forgetting so difficult)
you're too sweet to handle. on your own i might not like you that much. you are better suited to being paired with another piece. on my own you might not like me that much. maybe i need to be paired with something too sweet. together though that is when the magic starts to work.… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Sugar
shy, reserved and coy, blank masks. unrestrained, bold, an open book: they work.