careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017

who knew that you could feel

moonlit kingdom

salad days are gone [2016-2017]

it will make sense in the morning.

yūgen fantasies laced in velour reverie

but i know that you're having fun, wouldn't wanna mess this up for you

bathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces

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