In Other Words…
"At the crack of dawn, so it begins..."
A soft, delicate poutexploring the contoursof the topological landscape.Once meticulously mapped,tender lips tiptoeing alongthe lush valley carved betweentwin mounts on the way to meettheir yearning counterparts.Hands now taking o’er the reconnaissanceaforesaid vent’rous mushy rim of fleshhave relinquished,distracted by alluring callsresembling...
