The Lovers – My Valiant Soul Walls of the air do not crackas there exist our stories lingering across the streets.Our thin cucumber bodies/ oiled between a decade of romancespeak nothing but of arid lips and concave lustThe brooding sniff of the moonto sink between my large womb.She often speaks to me of you.Your abstract ways of unraveling thingsbehind theContinue reading “The Lovers – My Valiant Soul”