Posts Tagged ‘paul cava’


come have a drink he said. he was so much older. and good looking too. i was flattered. come have a drink. a drink was something a woman had. a woman wearing perfume, maybe femme by rochas. my mother wore that, even though my mother did not have drinks with men. not even with my […]


in love i always lost myself my heart open to those who passed blind wanderer in a mirror possessed like the sky’s reflection of itself dissolving night after night in the changing fire of men’s eyes seeking myself in their light in their variegated smiles capturing their desires’ breath in pretty bottles kept on a […]