One morning of March and the preceding night…the peregrinations of love and its apotheosis.
My breath sharer The thunderous beating of our hearts, menaces the made-up world beyond the woods. The death like darkness, gives us a life not lived beyond the woods. I balter in your presence, far way from the hapless desires that abound beyond the woods. The chill of the breeze drifts us closer, unlike the distance beyond […]