Mourning Doves Alive Again

Halitosis afflicts the discussion¬† Two tones Distributed as one. Hang-nail dangles from their pinky  Holds court AMONG the coffee cup. Back braced against  A Cotton sealed spine. They met with pigeons in mind. Dirty birds. Dirty words.  Clustered in flocks and folds. Inside the hotel room  Secrets assume a closed fist. Love taps begin  LustContinue reading “Mourning Doves Alive Again”