the intimacy of small places shared twin beds of lives entwined shared meals shared showers each moment experienced together shared joy shared pain anger celebration the intimacy of never being alone sweet poison shared by two Advertisements
we move towards nakedness towards vulnerability and radical acceptance what we are met with desires to crush and conform package and label for easy digestion wake up and remember we expand we transform we are more than yesterday less than tomorrow
My feet on the dash the engine rumbling my seat the sun pouring on my soles I imagine bleeding the sweet sting of slice down my right foot, ball to heel the blood beading crimson the way it drips off foot to dash the letting go
The black and white of the crosswalk the cool black asphalt the towers above the metallic taste of alcohol in our mouths when we kiss our heels on the pavement our fearlessness down dark alleys. All of this, and so many nights used to be ours
Lie to me. Tell me no one else makes you feel the way I do. Tell me you miss me. Tell me I’m the only one. Lie to me, so the space between us feels better, thicker, softer. Like a blanket. Instead of dead air and cold space. Just tell me you miss me.
I wanted to climb a mountain so I went to the shore instead life continues to take so I give more I win L.J.
my body is used my belly has stretched over over over and over again my breasts have swollen filled and grown during each period between my bones have settled differently my breasts have fallen new marks are discovered wounds or badges of honor either way you look at it it’s the same