Sexuality – Brave & Reckless

Poetry Fragment: Bodies at Rest and In Motion

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

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

Your palms remember warm silk of my skin when they travel the contours of my curves and edges Your lips remember my coffee scented kiss

we do not need words we do not need a shared written language we have eyes that truly see lips that speak a common tongue

some of us spent our 20’s lost in the bottle some popped pills stuck a needle in our arms drove 100 miles an hour took

[Originally posted on Whisper and the Roar] Mother Mary the sinners pray to me asking me to forgive their transgressions their sins as though I

we are often just ships passing by during the frenetic work week our sleep/wake cycles not in sync ruminating silently in the night hours over

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