(c) West Singing Sands by Rose Strang
black and blue
I crave for the sweet things you whisper
and for those you don’t… 166 more words
of L. and F.
your display of jealousy was as much as a confession of your coming out. because through gritted teeth, you described the swiftness of her fingers in reply to a single message of “Where art thou?” This is the known secret, the unspeakable truth. 53 more words