None of those who have loved me have trusted the white hot wolf in me. Oh, they have claimed to. Perhaps, in the beginning, they have wanted to believe that it was so. Wanted to think that that they were capable of such a love. But always, in the end, …
a treatise of touch
come here. come closer. feel my breath? good. do not look away right now you are mine right now i am lifting hair from neck running my finger gently there. across the line of clavicle. down curve of rib following concave of waist coming to rest on the hard of …