Polaroid Confessions

just ask (shall we be friends) or strangers over coffee are you good (with love and) yes i’m sure then call whenever (i wish i could but) my baby’s windows are always open at night (no filter) the bliss of cozy winter both of us living right touched by hands and mouths (cross my heart) [...]

Open, Safari

i’ll take you now while the lights are out and our bodies are loose like birds on a hunt for simple treasure where i think we could be happy sitting on pavement and dining under a crooked tree this hour, our hands clasped on a river, sand on your face, and the summer motif of [...]