The Z-Hen House
|Z-hen. Child at Heart. American Cubicle-Dweller.
Writer, Artist, Photographer, Dreamer.
All contents original.
Like a pearl in the palm of the universe
Your unlikely skies
Filling up my eyes
You come as some surprise
my muse has gone silent
an absence more akin to a scream
perhaps i have underfed her
too much happiness
The first time he kisses you, your body becomes an earthquake. His hands are warm against your back in the chill night air. He is soft at first,...”