She took his lip between hers, bloodless, no air. How sweet life was to taste compared to this, but sometimes even vampires meet each other between legs. It’s a different sort of loving, instead of consuming, it’s the sex of companionship, of not having to explain bloodlust or savagery, nor to make excuses for it.TheyContinue reading “The Middle…”
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly a hare ran across the road.One of us pointed to it with his hand. That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive,Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture. O my love,Continue reading “Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz”
I fall asleepto the moontide,noontide, after-in-between darkthat I thought smelledonly of the spaces between yourlegsI tasted the dawn, brieflybefore skipping to the nexttown for coffeeand I held his handfor a moment – his soulthe water stills at timesWhere you least expect toSee the reflection of theWorld as something beautifulBut there you stoodSlightly unsure, totally misjudgedInContinue reading “#healing poetry; starlight steeped souls”
It starts in my stomach,Or maybe my mind,A softly whispered ‘no’ And when I try to struggleWrestle it awayIt sticks harder to my insides Whispering ‘no’ I think I love him already,And I want it to workBut the feeling inside Whispers ‘no’ I feel like the broken one againThat there is some missing partA ribContinue reading “Where Tides of Emotion Pull”
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