winter the night air burns in our lungs
Tag: Singapore
void trap this dream within a dream
face in the crowd following the darkest voice
subtle
the voice and touch
of winter leaves
freeway opera approaching the cloud globe
pillow pleasure crushed in perpetual softness
flesh revealed to the morning sun
snail orgy the cracked shells after
dusk we give grace to stained demons
imbue the winter photo with grey and dark
