Danusha Laméris: Reading My Valentine’s Poem to Frank X. Gaspar
I am thirty-two, and in love, again, this time
with a man whose name rolls off my tongue
like water. I’m afraid of hope.
February 14, 2020 · 2 Comments
Michael Simms: The Chemistry of Love
Oxytocin and
Dopamine dancing
In the hallways of attachment
February 14, 2020 · 4 Comments
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