All Pumpkins Go To Heaven (Perfume for Loathing and Renewal)
Juried scents stretch over
Lost butter in a dream
Dawn light blooming near
Hands deep in
Mould me a face
Fill me with geranium pulp
Muggy and chilled
Caught like a spider playing baseball
Please Pumpkin
Those thoughts you hold close
Sprinkle them
Lit cum on a young spring leaf
Pure alchemy
When you share a dream
Lights fray hot
It’s a sexy thing
Moon knows
Grey runs blue
Coriander in the mix
Salt is my real name
Muddy when it feels right
Change pain into open water
There’s a name for that
