Wild moon/spring

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A shift in barometric pressure

the edge of you

presses into my tongue

sacred sweetness

soft give of flesh

old cravings arise

cigarettes and sunshine

slow breaths while staring

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Freelance writer + author. Yogi. Trans and nonbinary. They/Them.

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Freelance writer + author. Yogi. Trans and nonbinary. They/Them.

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