by Ryan Norman Our hot breath plumed wet cloudsof snowstorms in your convertedpigsty on cold black nights— Frosted grounds of the orchard echoedour joy and the deer stood still. Quilts trapped the warmth of our fleshas I read Whitman into youreyes pressing a finger against flushed lips advancing akiss by the fire. Ryan Norman is a writer from New York Read More
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by Iolana Paedelt love,lightened by fire,only leaves dark red bruises. your lips touch my skin,we burn— fast and bright.half of me turns into ashes,the other half crashes onto silent ground,you let me go,i fall from your handsas you throw me away— glowing cigarette butts on the pavement,ruins of fallen lovers and broken hearts. Iolana Paedelt is a German writer and Read More