a perfect day?
no guilt no fear
a perfect hour?
no angst no shame
a perfect minute?
no nauseating anger
a perfect second?
having you
seeing you
perfect’s illusive
illusively frail
beguilingly fragile
yearning for relief,
some respite from your allure
I have loved from the fireline—bold, open,unafraid of the burn. I have danced the dance ofalmost-lovers,almost-timings,almost-yes. But I do not burn myselfto keep another warm.I
John’s mother was convinced she had an influence on the weather. She had very bushy eyebrows that met in the middle, and her backside was
Inked forever a reminder to fight even as blood trickle down bruised, battered. Against the stock standard, against the norm, the expected. To be more
Ek was vier jaar oud toe ons ontmoet het. Jy was wild en vreemd en iets wat ek nog nooit aanskou het nie. Jou gewelddadige
