“Kilig”
She drew from the green, and "September" filled the warm April air…Read More about “Kilig”
She drew from the green, and "September" filled the warm April air…Read More about “Kilig”
The taste of your lips
on mine, a marriage
of pheromones,
feral lust —
ephemeral,
but essential.
Agape connects.
Agape befriends.
Agape emboldens.
& on cue,
the conversation receded,
She showed me the way
toward my soul.