Archive for the month March 2019

Poem: Our Lips Meet

I bite on to his wet neck and shoulders The salt - reminiscent of oceans And whole horizons His body letting out a deep moan Like smoke rising out Of smouldering amber.

Moving Towards Oblivion

I clearly remember when I first dreamed about a family. It was the day I read about WHO report and how homosexuality is not a mental disorder. Sitting in my bedroom I decided that I will get married to a guy, have a small house, have kid/s and a pet (mostly dog), and will live happily ever after.

Poem: Dress Man

first time I put a dress on no, not a dress shirt! a dress it had polka dots and flower pots a ribbon at the back to accentuate the waist or cut lunch some slack
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