The way your voice fills the room
like honey sunlight
your tongue touching a certain place
in your mouth–
I lean in.
(aching)
Words spill recklessly from your beautiful mouth
unfiltered and weighted,
the pressure of them sticks to me
no–not the pressure, the power
it has a residue a kind of slickness–
lubricating my mind
as your opinions and ideas slide into me.
(a caress)
Ragas In Minor Scale by Ravi Shankar & Philip Glass on Grooveshark last night, we spoke of ragas (and how they find their way to the end) we spoke of not being right (and the right to just be) we spoke of care and not judging the lost ones (and i trusted you a little…
Today: periwinkle flowers painted with rain drops dance-walking for a mile with my bright pink umbrella signs of spring bursting from the cold earth deep holding and sweet play with my girl on the bus sweet compliments and loving support from dear friends Persian trance music seeing and writing with new eyes dancing and more…
Fallen by Delerium on Grooveshark 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.
After years of long, black hair, I had my hair whacked off and bleached. I decided I needed to try platinum at least once in my life so here we go! Making this change in identity has been an interesting one. I get WAY more attention out in the world being blond which I was…
I’ve been considering the subtle qualities of communication as well as the intention behind it because of a few experiences I’ve had recently. Even if I am choosing my words carefully and practicing being “assertive” (versus aggressive) or if I’m saying “I’m not attached to the outcome” when I really am VERY attached, it is…