“Every gray day swells in around you, gold bird. Sinister as the copperhead in thick russet pinestraw, that held-back surge of piled up desire. I think my hands were born to touch and weave with air your intricate dips, veers,… — Dave Smith Copy Share Image
“Every gray day swells in around you, gold bird. Sinister as the copperhead in thick russet pinestraw, that held-back surge of piled up desire.… — Dave Smith Copy Share Image
