love as a field of study i know love mostly by its absence, the ghost of it — an imagined hand touching my spine. the shiver anyway. but i am trying to catch it in the light, to learn the delicate borrowed tongue. forgive me for i have coveted.
love as a field of study
love as a field of study
love as a field of study
love as a field of study i know love mostly by its absence, the ghost of it — an imagined hand touching my spine. the shiver anyway. but i am trying to catch it in the light, to learn the delicate borrowed tongue. forgive me for i have coveted.