Come, Closer (II)
Intima
Come close there is something rustling in the green
Come, closer; for this feast awaits your devouring
Come, closer to me
in this bed of flowers
Let us put on a show
for the sun to see.
Kris GageBecause most of “the signs” they tell you are garbage
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vina’s memories captured on pagesLove doesn’t arrive by invitation; it unfolds because we surrender to it.
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