It Was Only Natural To

She’s Not As Pretty As You,” I Said “but She’s A Simpler Girl,” My Mother Whispered.

Panic Was The Worst Thing. When You Panicked, You Couldn't See Possibilities. Then Came Despair.

She Kissed Me On The Mouth. Her Mouth Tasted Like Iced Coffee And Cardamom, And I Was Overwhelmed By The Taste, Her Hot Skin And The Smell Of Unwashed Hair. I Was Confused, But Not Unwilling. I Would Have Let Her Do Anything To Me.

Memory Is The Fourth Dimension To Any Landscape.

Her Scruffy Innoscense To Impregnate With His Dreams. Reason Was Seductive, It Gave The Appearance Of Truth