boundaries are boundaries are where we meet two skins' soft encounter warm shower soap fingers grasp at your effortless love & tarried jam the hope of sleep Malcolm T Liepke “A Mother’s Kiss” Written for "Petite Pen" hosted by K. Hartless at Yard Sale of Thoughts
(i) Words are like glass jars, my friend. At some point, their being empty becomes blatantly obvious. (ii) i cannot see at all this place is steamy Now you're cooking with gas and it feels like nobody is watching A month or so ago, somebody posted a prompt that involved finding an old poem and … Continue reading To the PM
Out of the Cave 