Held is an unfolding map to where our nights can take us. The poems are urgent, overpowering, biting. Whispering pillow-soft; shouting into gentle, tangling rain. They have the snap and crunch of fire devouring twigs-warming, seeking. They are sliding beads of water that paint themselves into words of love. Dynamic, trembling, dancing across the page. A fog of intimacy pierced only by moonlight and the spark of yearning. Come inside, and these poems...
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