Erato
Love-bites erupt in archipelagos from clavicle to upper breast, now misted over by a gust of talc. A hapless navigator comes to grief, misguided by a well-gnawed earlobe glowing beneath her stormy hair.
Poems by Gordon Wharton
Love-bites erupt in archipelagos from clavicle to upper breast, now misted over by a gust of talc. A hapless navigator comes to grief, misguided by a well-gnawed earlobe glowing beneath her stormy hair.