Ars Poetica to Writing Lately
Lake water to trick a lover seems like a mother in hiding of an affair. Although that is not what the silk says against the sheets of her skin, against her mother's brush of tongue to trick her lover. There is a silence of well explained knowledge of a break in certainty and a reassurance of doubt. Why not take her face and explain the damn thing, doesn't it seem so easy? Why are there different definitions of love, and why, must we chose to say no.