Comments about Cheyne Romero
An Exploration Of Intimacy
We fell asleep adults, side by side, and woke up children in love,
wiping away all rational in form of crusty eye dust.
I dreamed of white,
of you, of all.
Don't want to delitue what's already pure,
whiter than white. Layers of pleasure upon displeasure upon pleasures.
No more stumbling, not more staggering,
flashing flesh fleshing.
Varients of the mind, call me out,
grill my inner thigh,
my lower back,
my upper outer. Close my valves but open
my eyes. Bright,
unlike the soft, unfocused ...