St. Gemini Addresses La Marasa, with Particular Attention to Her Half, and Seals It to Parchment for Her Estranged, Her Worker of Metals, St. Maker
Nothing was colder or bluer. Not your eyes when I left. The first to love were also first dead: sugar & jagged dagger, more than stripped. During our silent decade, I read your yellowed letters: inebriated forests of sentimentia. My life in our arboretum had been curled. burning sky & thickened pond, fire & water (I craved). I needed air-… Read more →