my body is sacred —
do not bring your war here.
— Rune Lazuli
dirty little secrets…
She is enough,
but the simple fact that she is real
scares you so damn much.
— Zahara Jade —
the last goodbye…
before midnight…
needing/ getting…
three times my life has opened…
Three times my life has opened.
Once, into darkness and rain.
Once, into what the body carries at all times within it and starts
to remember each time it enters the act of love.
Once, to the fire that holds all.
These three were not different.
You will recognize what I am saying or you will not.
But outside my window all day a maple has stepped from her leaves
like a woman in love with winter, dropping the colored silks.
Neither are we different in what we know.
There is a door. It opens. Then it is closed. But a slip of light
stays, like a scrap of unreadable paper left on the floor,
or the one red leaf the snow releases in March.— Jane Hirshfield —
all the light we cannot see…
when time is spent…
Once, I met a man and I very nearly came the first time he entered me. I rode this man but I didn’t love him; I loved how his cock made me feel. He filled me beyond anything I’d ever known before.
A bird sits on my windowsill.
It fluffs its feathers and waits for others to arrive.
It doesn’t look up at the sun.
It sees me through my window and it simply serenades.
Many times, I made a man I (once) loved cum. I looked into his eyes as we filled one another; I looked because I saw him for who he was and still found joy. His lies filled me beyond anything I’d ever known before.
Sometimes we sleepwalk
Daylight fluffs its nighttime wings and whispers.
Someone traces secrets in the air that we cannot quite hear.
We blind ourselves – as one with the deaf and dumb.
I cry your name in deepest pleasure. I pull you close and feel impossibly new. The breath I once thought my own, rides the wind over water, through trees of cedar, under bark. I sit and see truth.
In life we are undone.
In waking-dreams we are made new.
With the right person, healing happens
But first, we must awaken.
last night i sang…
I’m fighting myself. I know I am.
One minute I want to remember.
The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting.
One minute I want to feel.
The next minute I never want to feel again.
— Benjamin-Alire-Sáenz —
if you are in protection mode…
you cannot grow.
— Kim Anami —