I love being a women.
Everything about it.
Blood, burnings and birth.
Airy, soft.
Pure fire and magic.
Aware
The best lover
I told myself I could be the best lover
Listen to me
I told myself I could form the fairytales with words and my own hands
With imagination and soul
Choosing to go where the sky bends
And the water calls me out and balances me
Soothed over as honey
On a chest so sweet
So deep dark and brown
Sitting under crowns
Floating on clouds
I believed it, yes I believed it
Rest
One hundred Lonely Years
Oh
Oh benevolent
beloved be as you are
and I’ll make love with you
sing praises between you
Hmmm the way that we blend
and a scent so sweet
She was
She was a mirror
An alignment
An embodiment
A step ahead
And I believed I loved her
DAYDREAMER
Aflame
August 12, 2015
I need a soul to look at. No stimulation stems from rocks. I enjoy my shadows. We dance together in dead streets. We like to hold hands and create tornadoes. In the hands of relation and this chaotic lifeless shapeless home.
