Amorphous togetherness

He doesn't stay very long, but is always sumptuous, with constrained melodies, and tortious impiety, midnight being his cue, and also the distance between us, the fervour of his leather jackets, pressing upon my impressionable mind, directing it towards a tragic question, the question of his presence, without melodies or leather jackets, for the trivial… Continue reading Amorphous togetherness