Hermit Thrush at Sunset Wikipedia Poem, No. 681 the belly converts jealousy to the plants’ eyes roll my wife from under the bed exposed and melts into black coffee like the songbird she is Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Lisa Lisa, Modern Love, Brooklyn, 2017 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...