morning haiku in a new home
fierce wind dances with wetness
warm coffee on tongue,
a jet pushes through the sky
fierce wind dances with wetness
warm coffee on tongue,
a jet pushes through the sky
you brown eyes unique style ladybug sheets killer smile open heart clever mind one-man wiki tender touch you
singing bowl rosewater and tears fingers pressed on tender skin the xx our union burst of sandalwood in moment of surrender candelight shimmering a shower of sweat and whispers of devotion morning light
“It’s the every day moments of grace and despair, joy and sorrow that propel us towards our destiny. Life doesn’t have to be epic to have meaning and neither do stories. I prefer art that makes us ask deeper questions about ourselves or, at the very least, shows how fucking gorgeous and brave we are…
snip snip snip cutting ties that have bound and cut off the circulation to my heart stich stich stich stiching and weaving the love that is close more firmly and deeply into my life snip to the fantasies snip to button eyes snip to deception stiching care and love stiching co-creation stiching radical honesty no…
I created a new word about something I have done a lot which I am henceforth eliminating from my vocabulary. Yes, that’s right, I am both creatrix and destructrix right now, in this moment. The word is “reminiscilocomotion (verb): the act of moving forward while looking back.” I am not the girl who got “bad-touched”…
A Blessing May the worlds you travel in or between bring you grace, dear reader.