Symbiotic Senses
We live on a mesh of invisible lines, the rigidity of attraction softly veiled by the faintness of touch; gentle come-hithers undone by the subtlety
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
We live on a mesh of invisible lines, the rigidity of attraction softly veiled by the faintness of touch; gentle come-hithers undone by the subtlety