Not the sine wave of her calf
Or neck or spine,
Never the hair,
God forbid an eye simile,
Just the immortal fact of
Her charm, her complementing
Shapes and spiraling spirit
Still doubling my helix
Still crimping my s-curve

Broadripple is Burning

Soften the Last

No More Leaving Songs

Breathe Me

Tribulato - Original

Say It To Me Now