touch poetry when we touch the world dissolves falling like snow until we are left alone hands on hips holding trying not to fall, trying not to open eyes awake return comprehend that the world exists intrudes fails. Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
love is the greatest
if your gay
haha… i haven’t made that inappropriate joke in a LONG time..
did anyone say poop?
roger, you’re one more gay joke away from being booted from the sieve and the sand.
rcribay your mom. HA! take that.