the monsoon of my beingi am the kind of tropical heat that renders the temperate feverish with unrequited longing. tongue numbed by eye of the bird, cheeks flushed with blood rising as if toward a magnet, i am a storm in your mouth that will leave you bracing.
i am the kind of tropical heat that renders the temperate feverish with unrequited longing. tongue numbed by eye of the bird, cheeks flushed with blood rising as if toward a magnet, i am a storm in your mouth that will leave you bracing.