Sorrowful Surrogate

Ripe the delicate fig I place inside my hungry mouth,its flavor heightened by a residue of sugar left on midnight lipssliding sluggishly down with laudanum and brandy Opening a cross-window, I watch your tall silhouette movesated, down the dark street with your tricorne hatas our smells fused with the oils of our young bodies,I […]

Flutist

the heart is a cage that traps birds with no wingsblack keys on the piano play their neighbors in whitefor they will sing for the voiceless birds tonight in the distance air blows over handmade holesmaking chamber music for forty-three-thousand yearscalming the restless and weary as they bleed tears the warrior is a victor, still […]