Stories written in ink, rooted in the earth.

borrowed time

  • Nose To Nose

    Nose to nose, here we layYour body against mine With darkness all around usI make a deal with time. Give me one more momentTo stop and soak you in. Knowing time, it’s fleetingFor see, that’s just the thing – This time I have, it’s borrowedIt was never mine to keep My lips, they move to Read more