Posted on June 13, 2015June 13, 2015when i give i give myself… Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed. — Walt Whitman —
Posted on December 21, 2014the light comes… My story isn’t sweet and harmonious, like invented stories. It tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves. — Hermann Hesse —
Posted on August 30, 2014September 1, 2014i pray you, tell… If I said, “Yes. Oh, God, please. Yes…” and spread my velvety thighs before you, what might happen? Where might you start? When might we end? Please.