A minimalist poem about the end and the beginning, in six words and three seconds.Read More End.
“Meaning tangles and untangles as bodies spiral to connect with such a one as I”Read More Dimension
“But, sometimes, when your embrace feels exceptionally warm, exceptionally long – like a whisper of what could be – I find myself there, on the other side. And I am never quite sure if I am longing or waiting”Read More Safe
“Desire, fulfilled. Joy, I thought”Read More Warmth, unchanging