The space between us like taffy – Together, apart, sticky. The din the bar the strobe light Illuminating then obscuring you Oscillating your beauty and my longing I lean to make some point You say, I see But I’ve forgotten what I said, And the room has gone dark again The music like blood in… Continue reading We pull
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