Nightsong written by: Anna Colominas   i lightly caress the tip of that mike as if I was about to sing your yet unwritten silent s o l o instrument naked— my voice about to tickle your well-versed skin and enticingly bite on your unsuspecting earlobe a mascara tear drops and blurs the mirrored image of our i m a g i n e d coexistence the one that will never be read aloud— same as my solo will never … Continue reading Nightsong