Interior with Sudden Joy

The Next Illogical Step In Love PoetryThe next illogical step in love poetryThe most inscrutable beautiful names in this worldalways do sound like diseases.It is because they are engorged. G. I am a fool.What we feel in the solar plexus wrecks us.Halfway squatting on a crate where feeling happened. Caresses.--from Dear GonglyaAt once hyper-contemporary and archaic erotic indecorous and extravagant like nobody else Brenda Shaughnessy seeks outrageous avenues of access to the heart This strumpet muscle under your breast describing / you minutely Volupt volupt.