we were shadows within shadows secrets coloured midnight blue until fierce need held back darkness knocking propriety out of your hands it kicked you...
We are wayfarers looking towards the night, when our eyelids will fall on another parched day. For that is the time we rise from the dry ocean bed of...
The night is old and a yawning moon waits patiently for clandestine lovers to return to beds of stone. They sleepwalk over years, weightless, weaving...