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Wicked Wishes

What if I told you that it is the thought of your mouth behind my ear and your hand in mine that keep the demons at bay?

Would it make a difference if you knew the moments I recall, the forgotten sensations I summon, before I climax?

Is it too much to mention, the fear I have that our lives will continually cross paths?

What consequences would occur, if I asked that the timeline of our brief love be left in the past?

 

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Going through the motions: steps and stops

I need to leave for a while.

To come undone and take a breath in presence.

Something more present than this myriad of steps and stops.

Going through the motions,
The movements of what looks like content, but feels like absent acts.

I’ll go away for a while.

And if I return, I’ll always wonder if this time I’ll stay content a little longer than the last.

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love, poetry, psychic poetry

Birthday Gift

Life gets messy and that’s ok, that’s how the magic gets in – through the cracks.

So come undone.

Unravel.

Embrace your fraying edges. Because the thing is you’ll never be ready, at least not for the important things, not for the things that take courage.

–Kristin Lohr

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Birthday Card 

Birthday Card 🎉

I’ve been MIA the last three weeks due to some much needed TLC time.
It’s been a month filled with both joy and sorrow.
Celebrating this lady’s birthday today with some yummy food. 🤤

family bonding time, i get it from my mama, My Mother is My Roommate

Mom: Why did you lock the door?

June 30, 2017

Mom: Why did you lock the door?

Me: I don’t want to get raped.

Mom: Nobody can handle your bum.

… 😳