942.

Perhaps this is why
Valentine's could never come
mid-summer and sun.

941.

The fragility
of being alone never
so real as winter.

940.

Strangers and lovers
alike seeking some pull to
end this awareness.

939.

Yet and still, ugly
weather bears an odd allure.
Everyone spellbound.

938.

The absolute wrong
kind of cunnilingus dream
for loins to enjoy.

937.

Drowning in the cry
of a desperate hunger
that eats out each heart.

936.

A lonely call that
envelops an entire
city swept to sea.