Poetry

Lips.

The first time we taste each other’s lips, they’ll be sweet but tricky, like toffee. They’ll greet each other like old friends eager to spill their joys and sorrows at once. Our tongues may be shy at first, they may not touch until in their comfort they come alive and travel together experiencing the bumps … Continue reading

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A Year of Solitude.

“Oh my days, where did the year go?” is said every year, this time of year, without fail. As if as soon as summer ends, the too-early Christmas decorations in Selfirdges and Harrods remind us that time moves forward. We’re forced to look back on our accomplishments, failures, & the rest – and wonder ‘where did … Continue reading