The music carves hot petalsthrough our bodiesin its ritual of tidesand light;licks us openfrom the insideuntil we are night-bloomingjasmineseduced by the moon.— Lorie Howe
The music carves hot petalsthrough our bodiesin its ritual of tidesand light;licks us openfrom the insideuntil we are night-bloomingjasmineseduced by the moon.— Lorie Howe