Flavio! yay! will finish mine this week. :)
She finds a little sanctuary at the edge of his tongue.
As she comes closer, the bland tide grows deeper.
~ a mesonoxian whim
when the light has taken its one last breath
she comes alive from the right side of his noodle.
Life has its own way of waking you up.
But unlike your regular mornings, though, the rich aroma of a white-hot coffee
ends up on your face.