black tea and wild blossomsof course you have to add the rose petals lukewarm, untastednight-fulls,water leans against the spoonlike a body in the night, skin-prayer you want me moonlight shows meyour unshaved face that i love so...
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...
Ah love, sweet love. We all want to love and be loved. It is what gives us meaning, purpose, and opens our hearts in a most beautiful way. In the beginning, we all know, everything feels amazing, otherworldly even, and so we may often overlook certain things that are...
your bared moonlit handson my bared moonlit skinon my purest more sacred thoughtson my purest faithfulnessand i, a never-ending necklace of your slow kissing lipspausing only for a breathing spirit breathingprayer of your hands in the church of skinyou and i forever...
