Poet Laundry

I cue moonlight, light tealights, trail petals to my heart, but you, pornblind and hooked, don’t even know where to sta...

There was always a little booze to get the tongue loose, and sex to bridge the bodily gap. But once all the highballs wer...

the lemon and mint night deceived me with its fragrance stronger, subtler than roses, pink, and blushing deeper still i’m s...