October 21, 2013 § 6 Comments
“And I’ll dance with you in Vienna,
I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs. « Read the rest of this entry »
September 9, 2012 § 23 Comments
[I’ll be] the smile on your lips, the beat that forces skips, pleasurable pain you cannot quench.
Muse alive within your pen, wild spirit in your head, sparkling height of all your tales,
your damsel in distress,
character you must pen.