I want to see the stars undressed.
I want them to swell into a dark sky
I want to see the stars undressed.
I want them to swell into a dark sky
Before these clothes turn to dust, they should make someone else happy.
In the camp at Manzanar, the freedom and permanence of the mountains always floated just outside our window.
Before my wife died, my jeans never knew I had an ass.