You wonder why I'm unable to deliver excellence like the rest; the perfect prose - like rose petals strewn across the bed.
Because the second your hands touch me,
All the eloquence falls away like a water-made robe.
Eveything - so base.
Twisting, and dancing, and singing with each other.
--- Ink and Wander
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Floating Feathers - poetry and prose
Poetry💜🤍🖤 Playing with floating feathers is what I do now. This is small book of miscellaneous/random poetry and prose written with the lens of a demisexual person; writing about love and relationships and overall approach. 🖤🤍💜🏳️🌈 For more poetry...
