thrill of the peril the flesh says more
Tag: freedom
in measured breaths we survive this summer night
dark before dawn counting the steps to oblivion
even death might a take a moment or two to appreciate the rain why won’t you
every droplet of rain has a unique name and sounds like a crash
found: tired eyes at the back of the head
the rain at last a love letter to the vagrant soul
swear fealty to the designs of your pale flesh
dim the moonlight the clouds stutter and struggle to rain
more names for the disease as the pleasure grows
elancharan gunasekaran 