I realised I was in love with you two days into a fast in the middle of nowhere watching the sunset, and sitting on the floor, and listening to Norah Jones, and seriously considering stealing some car keys to drive to McDonalds. Instead I had a reiki session, and dreamt about you being born from […]
I can see it all now: Our life together unfolding like a deck of cards in the leather of my mother’s hands. A parallel universe. It all makes sense now, this persistent tugging, this need to keep you in my peripheral. Love, I can see it: Our jungle, your monkeys adopting me into the tribe, […]
I don’t know why, but right now strangers’ beds are more welcoming than my own front door. And, I’m afraid of the sting of the shower head because I’m not ready to let go of the scent of you on my skin. And, I had this conversation with myself, or was it with the universe, […]
I melt like honey in your hands, and your teeth are perfect, and I’d let you take chunks out of this torn up heart if I could feed on your secret morsels, and you’d explore the treacherous river of my soul that needs more than a white-water raft to survive, but that’s all I have […]
Mama, I promise, that despite everything, that’s still you. I know how connected you are to that word, and how much it would mean if it were true. But mama, I promise, it is. The entire fucking world is mirrored in the blue of your eyes and you can’t see that it’s you? Mother Earth, […]
February. You’re a question mark, A pause for reflection, an unknowing of what’s next. I feel that you’re a lesson sent to me, but I don’t have to context yet. I haven’t grown into the person that understands the what or the why. You’re a fig tree, February, and I’m sitting at your base, staring […]
Alone and far and mysterious. I mean fuck, you’re not even drawn on all the maps. Select few have discovered your shores and marked you on dog-eared ocean charts before passing by, or, having stopped to rest a while, leave you behind to make the next leg of their voyage. They let down their sails […]
I’ll let the sun kiss me until I’m more freckle than not, until you decide to let me stay the night, until I realise you’re not worth my waiting. And at this point, I’m not sure which parts of me are tanned and which are dust, which parts are stained with salt from sweat and […]
wild of heart. And, if you’re just seaweed come to waste my time, and if you’re a current and I’m but a grain of sand, pulled under by your rip, that’s okay. Or it would be. Because this love is comfortable and homely but maybe I’m looking for someone to shake the very earth I […]