Tag Archives: fornication

Tryst

The last time I fornicated with an angel my porchlights blew and we became tranluscent sheets of merger rising above a glassy pool of chartreuse reflecting in cursive the lighted gist of our holy remains. God, I’m open to another … Continue reading

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Electric

Trespass, skin on air, fornication with angels– Who turned the lights on?    

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