. . . . . .home. . . . . .archive. . . . . .profile. . . . . .notes. . . . . .mixes. . . . . .


Misbehaving Pair



His mouth controls me,
a warm hole for diving in,
a lost promise with no voice.

His hands across me like a planet,
his voyage, his salvation.

His experiment.




2008-12-16