My mind would’ve seen you if my eyes were blind; the snatches of lipped smile and shouting breasts arresting me to the sexual swatting of fly and the ill-confident prayer for a mounting music where You and I compose the life and crowd Introduce rituals expected and enacted Exhibition saddles the safe of inhibition so that I’m visiting within you and you in me Discoveries in sweaty adult worded nothings granted respect by fleshy objects with strings The feeling floats that we’re bugs on blissing bloom and so committed are … Read the full article…