The bewitching bewilderment of a tongue twisting through winsome words.
Kamilah Aisha Moon
No Room For Gray,
To a Dear Friend Mothering Misery
Hold us closer, tiny dancer.
From Reticent's Gazebo
Ring inwardly with a determined and powerful intensity.
Tell me how we've passed so many years.
Cut me to the bone with your razor blade smile.
My First Kiss
Take the world in your hands like wet clay and shape me.
Setback For The Unwitting Agents
And what had been such a delicious, optimistic morning...