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Don’t fall in love with people like me. We have forgotten how to stay. We are rivers and dandelion seeds. We are hurricane winds and fickle seas. Ghosts of love, never really here, one foot always out the door and the other set to flee.. The lover in me will want to keep you but…
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• I am madeto burn the handsof the lesser manand light flamesin thoseproven worthy the blood& the bones •• I have never been for the meek or the weak. It is my intention and purpose to light a blaze in you that burns so fierce and bright you will, at first, not know how to…
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I can’t help it… Is it an addiction? The way I seek it out.. The feeling of making them feel good for the first time in a long time.. Or ever even. I know that I get high on it. Being the one that shows them what it’s like to throb again. To long for…
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I know you don’t get it… Most won’t. I can see that you are not the type of man to stick his hand in the fire just to see how hot it burns, to know how much heat he can bear understanding he becomes stronger for this test of his will. And you are not…
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love the wild in mebefore there is no stillness left and I can no longer be caught slowly becomingmore of thisand less of thatand I am so unsureif a love existsthat cravesthe riverin spite of the current the palominothat wants to roamthe wildfloweramongst the weedsand the mountaindespite the stone the blood& the bones
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In the morning he wakes me.. The familiar feeling and heat of his touch my own personal alarm clock. His hands rough from years of working. I love the contrast of their grooves against my softness and the way that I always know it’s him when they are on me. I did not feel him…
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won’t you let me be your medicine?
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i loved the wayhe left his love with melittle remindersdug into my skinthat would soonsit atop a backdropof purple and golda way to staythroughout the dayuntil he could create arton my body again the blood& the bones
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And then it was time to say goodbye. The last hug was tight and long. All our hugs were like this. I felt each time like you did not want to let me go and that there were words transferring through our touching skin that our mouths could not say. Or at least I wanted…
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Just as Aphrodite loved Ares And Psyche succumbed and longed for Eros And Persephone made a way to stay with Hades And for the way the light reaches for the dark but never tries to claim it or change it or even always demand to understand it only to offer illumination when it is needed…
