Leaning into the Afternoons

Entendre

Fuck me, she says,
And it’s not an exclamation
It’s a plea

Fuck me feels good
In love’s true light
It’s not like it’s forbidden

Fuck can be such a hateful word
But she’s my Love
Trying that name on …

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alure

early hours
Mara has come and gone

in her wake whisps of autumns past
or promises of forsaken futures
seeds of the soul regardless

beyond my fence i tread softly
quietly
on the beds of those before

words etched in …

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