black is still warm water in cast iron teapot, is soft intimate, sensate like lover’s silk black, as night quiet where stars kiss on my inner sleeve, unspoken promises and vows are kept forever in the wombed room and i am only his tiny plutonian moon with the...
Tonight I step into the sea with you. I don’t even need to look up. Because there are bright stars. In the water. I lean and I surrender in weightless blue, my prince of blue, my yes, my always and forever. Where boundaries dissolve, I am stirred entirely by...
and when i breathe you in, i know you know ~ The God-like Things by Lubomira Kourteva From the depths of our soul we are continuously being pulled by the invisible threads of love. It’s a secret only our heart knows. And even when it doesn’t make any...
“Sleep of trust, surrender of tear. With a kindness of rhythm, she sang soul back to love, warmth back to skin. Skin against skin, she slipped gently into the bed, returning his heart back to his body. And this is how they awakened. Wrapped around each other,...
Love peels us. We are like cinnamon, and every relationship peels yet another layer of our bark, taking us closer to our heart, our inner truth and our natural, most sweetest, scent. Our soulskin. Last time in Kiss on the Wrist, we explored the importance of trust,...
