bare skin glides against my rough edges like warm sand you buff my contours smooth mouth tracing the trail of my vertebrae you become cartographer of
Tag: Intimacy
#tbt Broken Angel
His broken halo still gleamed dull gold His haunted eyes kaleidoscope of all that he had seen I could taste the loss in his tears
#tbt When I am Small
Cold small half pain half numb compressed in on myself until I am hard light Cocooned in the strait jacket I spun Will you enfold
The Calculation of Light Years
The distance between us is not easily calculated using miles or kilometers or fathoms or light years this distance is a living, breathing, mutable thing
The Shaping of Clay
There are days and nights where the only thing keeping me from sliding completely into the abyss from dissolving into something shapeless nameless is your
Manic Monday
Can you run your hands over my bare back? Tangle your fingers in my hair? Draw me into your arms make me liquid Help me
sea anemones
taste of sea in your mouth when tongues mingle explore your ear a conch shell my lips whisper poetry your fingers anemones brushing my breasts
When Darkness Falls
Darkness has settled in surrounds me The cold outside our four snug walls frosts our windows turns snow into a hard, white crust The day
