clutch and pump slow steady until feelings are naught
Tag: literature
salt winds stray where the heart refuses to go
not weakness if it helps you heal surrender your senses
pockets of moody fire in the shallow sky after dawn
it’s not that complex you were born with death in your bones
winter i pray that this night ends in debauchery for you
flick of the tender tongue the air tastes of burnt humans
late winter a game of tag and curses with mind demons
hard earned after a long winter night of dreams this clarity of mind
i bet the moon finds us disgusting mouths agape and limbs frantic please behave
elancharan gunasekaran 