EVANESCENCE by Tumello Motabola | Poetry Potion
For the nights I spent away from youI recall only an opus of beads that line your vaginaweaving my tongue into memory and nostalgia in my mouth.For those nights I dreamed of only being a dancer.We drank wine in bruised paper cups with no lips – softly pressing labiabrushing intention against my lip.Such were our … Continue reading "EVANESCENCE by Tumello Motabola"