Marlin Figgins
Homebound
Excerpt
An experiment between us two
too unfamiliar to be called
lovers. Clumsily strewn a bedsheet
bouquet about your wrists. I’m unsure. How
often do I find my passions worn
in cruelness and a kiss? How often
should I hope to find us hiding from this
space for neither of us?
too unfamiliar to be called
lovers. Clumsily strewn a bedsheet
bouquet about your wrists. I’m unsure. How
often do I find my passions worn
in cruelness and a kiss? How often
should I hope to find us hiding from this
space for neither of us?