slurping chai from a saucer
like a kitten
(and the blushing)
falling in
to your gravity
meandering through
the conversation
the day
your journal
(this still leaves me smiling)
me, drawn to the texture
of your opinions
and passions
(and then the kissing)
steeped in paradox words and more words on paper my body just knows
mad libs and laughter rain crashing against windows three girls warm and loved
In improv class, we don’t get to use the words “don’t” or “no” and rarely get to ask questions when we are playing games. This is because it stops the story from moving forward. This has, of course, got me thinking about how I stop my own story. I see how many times I’ve let…
“One can choose to go back toward safety or forward toward growth. Growth must be chosen again and again; fear must be overcome again and again.” — Abraham Maslow Today, in the United States of America, we call this the end of a year. In my framework of existence, this is quite arbitrary so I…
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…
“Since when has sex ever been safe? And, if art were safe, it wouldn’t be art.” ~Joanne Ratkowski