A memory of summer – Shaleen Rakesh
(Photo courtesy: Pinterest) Feverish with youth still full of lust for the aftershave on his neck I met a boy he was beautiful all his demons displayed openly as fading scars he had a ruinous heart only attracted boys who tended to disappear into the loneliness of the night he loved me very much in a way I could not understand. July 2013: heineken lite … Continue reading A memory of summer – Shaleen Rakesh