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.
This beautiful poem arrived in my email box tonight. The words make me ache with something…like reaching for fingertips but not quite getting there or continually being on the edge of an orgasm… it’s beautiful. Friend by Martin Challis I have kissed you in many mouths; those hunted doorways emptying like children from school. I…
In today’s audio love note , I do a little more getting real and talk about what I’ve been learning about myself since I left Facebook a month ago.
oh, fragrant flower! open yourself to me now so that I may love you
One thing I know for sure is I am all done courting longing. What is mine is coming to me. What is not has fallen away. I bless this.
“Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.” ~Victor Hugo: Ninety-Three Not being a big follower of pop culture, I was only recently introduced to the term, “Manic Pixie Dream Girl“. My ignorance of the term, however, doesn’t mean I don’t understand this flat, one-dimensional character that people try to project on to the…
Outside there is a thin wind flirting with the trees it has teased the curtains into dancing; I keep time in my head. Memorizing the seasons, I touch things as if my fingers will learn them again; weary of explanations, at mid-life I am more comfortable with the truth. Outside, the mountain ash hangs heavy…