{poem + story} lovers on the train to venice.

{poem + story} lovers on the train to venice.

love was once like the blue foxwho ate the stars to curl into a little balland enchant us no longer do lips only kiss – they prophesymy destiny across your skin when you hear the thunders you remember meand think i was the storm toothen, nowmy heart is on fire the day...
{poem + story} all i ever wanted.

{poem + story} all i ever wanted.

open dooropen dooropen door little wildrosei’ll bring youthe water i felt your heartcalling meas i called you i’ll bring youa necklace of sea shellssome pebbles and sand & a hawk’s featherno matter how thin and how tremblingi dream you i’ll...
{poem + story} look beyond the senses, to the soul.

{poem + story} look beyond the senses, to the soul.

in the way of water, through the mistwe’ll still find each other you should know i feel youmore than one life should allow i should know you see mebeyond the senses, to my soul through the mist, only this will guide ussoften voices, soften skins soon the sun...
{poem + story} my body, a wild sculpture of rainlife.

{poem + story} my body, a wild sculpture of rainlife.

he said it’s going to rain todaybut i don’t think that it will because i haven’t yet felt the soil hold itself stillin the promises that keep the waiting because i haven’t yet felt the sky descend uponmy skin with heavy moisture like an oil...
{poem + story} the opening.

{poem + story} the opening.

open dooropen dooropen door dancers of mooncircle of fateman of my heart here is what i havehere is what i give you language of my skin, devotion of my lipspoetrymy pale longing thighsmy round little breasts and so much love open door and i give you my vow open door...
{poem + story} sew the raspberry leaves in our bedsheets.

{poem + story} sew the raspberry leaves in our bedsheets.

sew the raspberry leaves in our bedsheetsmoonlight brings youon my skin of course i’ll add the rose petalsscattered across the floorlike pieces of my wild fuchsia dress would you rather i string the violetsimpatient, and partly wholein winds would you rather i...