A song of departure
When the touch of warm flesh has returned to your lips, And they yield as they once did on mine, …
When the touch of warm flesh has returned to your lips, And they yield as they once did on mine, …
You used to read out our horoscopes over lazy breakfasts with the Sunday rags. We’d giggle at “romance in unexpected …
Remember the Soldier Pass, orange rocks punched by water into seven wormholes painted on a cliff that bled into the horizon. …
he gave me a nodding dog (the sort you put on the shelf of the car’s rear window) because he …