Golden lava-flows of stars plunges in waterfalls over the edge of a bed. A faithful fan performs its Sufi twirls cloistered, as is proper, in obscurity. Whilst the guitar whispers love songs an audience of plants listens in silence. Soft cotton covers hug my naked skin like the warm touch of an absent lover. GratitudeContinue reading “Autumn Bedroom”
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