VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rob Azevedo

YOU OWN ME Aching to taste the heel of your foot,your crumpled brow,the lineage of your stamina,I wrangle my mightand set forthunrepentant, unmade, unwashedand crowd my mind withthe blowing scent ofbrowning thighsthat shine and tumbleon slippery ground,whipping down hard on myelectric loins,our tongues tied like rat tails,tangled and swollen,deserted by starry skies,digested by lust,exposed withContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rob Azevedo”