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I am slowly pulling away… the sound of fabric tearinga body sliding across a bench seata boat leaving shore can you feel it? the blood& the bones
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far too manyspeak aboutwhiskey they have neverpoured and bloodthey have nevereven tasted the blood& the bones
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I picked out black dresses standing in my closet, shuffling the hangers back and forth trying to find the best one. I picked out black dresses to wear for my mother who’s heart has not stopped beating but they said that it could. I picked out black dresses and I wondered if the doctor knew…
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I was asked to write a bio for a reading. I wanted to keep it simple and open. Here’s what I came up with.. I write for every woman who ever loved a warrior and tell the stories of men who couldn’t find the words. LLthe blood& the bones
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What is it your heart, your cock, or your ego that wanted me? That’s the problem with takers… You never know what their intentions are. the blood & the bones
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We weren’t supposed to meet or to feel the electricity. It wasn’t supposed to happen. But fate doesn’t give a fuck about roadblocks. I will say that my decision making was blurred by trauma and I was searching and clinging to anything that wasn’t what was going on around me. He wasn’t looking for it…
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just know thatI could haveand I would haveif you had let me the blood& the bones
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• primal • piningfor youto give into the needto split me opentasting insidedevouringdipping into my poolsand drinking from meas I feed from your fountainsand the moonwatchesin envy the blood& the bones
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I will you to collapse into meinto my offeringof heart and mind and bodyyour soft place to landwhen the day endslongingto be gentle in this easingand a respite for your restlessnessa postponement of realitya cradle of comfort’s charityan atonement of loveand limbsand release the blood & the bones
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a soft place to land when the day ends I will you to collapse into me into my offering of heart and mind and body let me be gentle in this easing a respite for your restlessness a postponement of reality I am a cradle of comfort’s charity an atonement of words and limbs and…
