RT @OliviaDresher: words as offerings, openings

But your round head lit by monitor through a window chronic array of kiss symbiosis!

Don’t you ever revolve to some other swiftness, alarm your cells to stand like grappled pores along your arm?

Night spills through every orifice. You take another “melodramatic smoke break,” an ache of which I leave from spasm on your hand.

As you can see, each pearl limp without sovereign water is focus.