It's two

I can't call her or write her like I used to.  Now that makes two.  She would have really liked you;  your sensibilities and intellect to name just two.

Once, when we were wild, sugar intoxicated us,

the first narcotic we craved and languished in. 

We’ve tamed, refined it, but the juice from a peach still runs like a flash flood.




Assembly later today

A smaller version wish I could send one to your work for your birthday

amazing feelings

of at last,  this is it,  myriad delicately powerful words,  early favourites xmas eve,  picture,  picture with hey. dream sweetly