treesplit your lightning touch. fingers paint a brushfire. I can't sit still for nothin' when your eyes wander through my wheatfield body. coughing sugarcane to break silence. we're growing tall grass, but walking slow between. I used to reach for thin air, but recently found a hand with actual working fingers to squeeze back and guide me safely. ( Read more... )

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she begs. pleas. kisses feet with thin lips. heed warning - swarming four leaves, caves drain onto shirtsleeves. horizon bleeds morning - legs multiply, nullify alarms. digging deep into rocky floor, born from sleepless grip, but remained. i estimated how tame, a dock slain from shore, a wooden island lost. muscle spasms pass, wince. wept for ( Read more... )