ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.

breathe with one another

queer poems about beautiful cold things like you and the moon

－ all those hopes and wishes we both made promises to happen, never did. [lower-case intended] ©lunarmates

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

a collection.

let's be spooky ghosts together

there's bravery in being soft

you're gonna hate me after this.

"FRAGILE, delicate, broken- words that I hope you never become." A letter from a mother to her future daughter. [#71 in Poetry 1.9.16]