The music carves hot petalsthrough our bodiesin its ritual of tidesand light;licks us openfrom the insideuntil we are night-bloomingjasmineseduced by the moon.

The music carves hot petalsthrough our bodiesin its ritual of tidesand light;licks

The music carves hot petalsthrough our bodiesin its ritual of tidesand light;licks us openfrom the insideuntil we are night-bloomingjasmineseduced by the moon.— Lorie Howe

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