there come moments to pull off our jackets, sweaters, beanies, scarves let our hair loose, smile into the chill the light is plentiful warming us from irises to fingertips

memories of wanton moments on the dancefloor using alcohol to ease the introduction of flesh to flesh to translate the connection of eyes across a room no longer so appealing without the haze of intoxication coupled with the hunger of youth forget all that past the moon is dark tonight don't look for those old … Continue reading new moon outing