How To Make Love to a Queen Tear the gate off it’s castle hinges, draw your sword, chase her madly into the garden Pin her wrists above her crown As you pick the ritual fruit from the vine with your teeth Plac...

Crack the Sky The leopard slept in her collarbone, and we fucked at the dark end of the street, surrounded by buskers, bandits, poets, and lovers. It was a congregation of the broken, and her taste was the only prayer worth remembering

An Unending I fuck her Madly in a candlelit room of heavy air hung with wisteria and honeysuckle 50 year old vinyl spins in the corner and 100 year old books of poetry look down on us, with jealous pages