Trembling limbs,
fold and crease into
other bodies. Souls reaching
an attempt, futile,
only material minds kissing.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs
Trembling limbs,
fold and crease into
other bodies. Souls reaching
an attempt, futile,
only material minds kissing.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina