Irma Thomas- Anyone Who Knows What Love Is Will Understand

Tender love,
let me be your rolling hills.
Your skylit comfort.

We didn't just read poetry
We let it drip from our tongues like honey.

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Photo By: Robert Doisneau

Mad World

Photo By: T. Lux Feininger 

We’re on fire,

On the cusp of a great war pulsing with cosmic dissonance.

Noises off,

Noises cluster fuck into a beautiful rage,

A punk rock symphony.

Mother Earth moans into the fruitfulness of our existence,

Beckoning for a revolution with her furrowed brows