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.
I am doing some (MORE) unearthing in my studio and my subconscious. Here are a few quotes I found tucked away: “You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want.” -Shakti Gawain “Don’t ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what…
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The book sitting closest to me this morning was The Poetry of Pablo Neruda so today’s word comes from that. Â The word is jungle. Â Such a vivid image gets conjured in my imagination with that word. Â Shadows, panthers, scary things that might kill me. Â Places unknown. I don’t feel like writing today. Â Just playing with…
your essence, back and belly legs tangled in sheets the luxury of morning
“I know the way you can get When you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, Your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose. Squirrels and birds sense your sadness And call an important…
Everything changed when I gave up being domesticated and comfortable and chose fulfillment instead. (my heart is feral and I like it that way.) Everything changed when I learned that father doesn’t know best. Everything changed when I decided to love myself just as I am. Everything changed when I went on an oppression diet…
encaustic overlaid with digital photo dark and ever darker turning deep within the songbird prepares her flight