Turbulence disturbs you, they whispered

Like ships passing in the night

Could not make out what they smelt of

But their faces filled with spite

When i struck a lucifer

And lit a roman candle

Sending Nudes

Sending nudes to perfect stranglers 

during bare bulb nights 

After well wrapped days―

How do immortals suffer gladly 

Such a stark climate 

or unspeakable weather

And never ask you

‘What force is it blows the wind 

that blows us hither and thither?

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