the way that we (started)
the way that we (started) the first night. he was in my bed. i blinked - a 3am stir. my discovery painted my immunity in fresh ink. snapped look connection. our recovery. a cool tail of summer brushing our skin, swimming in oceans, playing in gardens - uncertainty perishes. now. begins. what falseness presents, fate always pardons. rolling shoulders as a way to lighten up. my focus rose and set. on master manifestation. the way he heightens my...