Trust ur inner spidey-sense. The vibrations people put out into the world are their own manifestations, don’t second guess them…
Here, we listen with our tongues, mouths always
open. When his tongue searches the damp
cellar of my throat, he recalls
stories I’ve forgotten, recites the name
of every lover that’s ever kissed
the inside of my armpits. He knows
what I want and what I don’t
like about the way he reads the…
El Mac, The Humble and Sublime, Acrylic on panel, 2010, 48 x 36 in.
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