Death,
be my lover tonight
caress me with your bony fingers
tear out my heart.
Death
be my lover tonight
kiss me with your vacant mouth
touch my soul.
Death
be my lover tonight
crack me open with your hollow embrace
taste my innocence.
our eyes met for a moment, we fell deeply in– today i am aflutter.
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The Beginnings and Ends of Shadow Today’s randomly chosen word, beginnings, comes from the achingly beautiful book,   Counting by 7s by Holly Goldberg Sloan.  I got the book for my daughter and ended up reading it.  I’m so glad I did.  It’s the kind of story that takes your heart out, squeezes it hard, heals…
Butterflies were released from the dark places. Her heart, relieved and stronger, flung itself wider. (and she rejoiced)
We have all heard sappy stories about things people did for others that “made a difference” in their lives. While I don’t mean to sound cynical and I am very much a believer in treating others with kindness and respect, it is also true that our culture can train us to believe that “doing for…
do you see me through the smoke and mirrors of your projected mind? do i see you? is there a me to see or am i just a fractal of a greater reality? when you say you love me do you mean me or a fragment from your former reality? is there a love beyond…
Your body is away from me But there is a window open from my heart to yours. From this window, like the moon I keep sending news secretly. ~Rumi