poems, stories, and bits of not-quite Journaling
Love the storm. I am all lust without you. I am the love storm, all lust without you. Love, am I all lust without you—the storm? Am I all storm without the lust you love? Without you, I am the lust storm all love. photo by Nick Fewings - Unsplash for Kim’s Weekend Mini Challenge: The Uncertainty of the Poet, over at the Imaginary Garden.