combine coming back

combine coming back he taught me how to keep secrets. again i stopped talking. universe listening. wearing a straight spine. knowing when to bend. dreams returned. celestial glistening. my frail wrists twisted. toward the horizon with every touch already inside me i chanted his breath and swore. we were. one. exotic desire. arabian sea. an aura of honest replacing false. circling hips. rolling neck. attraction like stars to the sky or oceans to...

mix what’s told

mix what’s told we were, strangers. while he told me about he was born in manhattan. all he knows is new york city. are you gay? no are you? no. i’m not judging, just asking about the type of thing you would like to fuck. but we would never use those words to get an unspoken status. like i’m more important if my cock exclusively prefers. my pussy wants reborn offers and promises. i love to get two on… i want you to convince me of every...

what’s left. of walk out.

what’s left. of walk out. his… i… there were violet green eyes. staring. i wanted to talk about when i gave up. projecting when life isn’t. wearing. tight lipped. quiet. retreating to my cave. four years back. i believed. purpose. worth. while deception boiled and bubbled both ankles i executed “us”. came out with style. i redesigned what you destroyed. mangled. counting methods of relearning posture. shooting those. straighten that....

in a space of separation

in a space of separation i woke up with glasses on my table and high-tops on my floor and he does not know that when i ordinarily rise every morning i immediately look for ways to stay sleeping. because the last time articles of another landed in my atmosphere i dressed in them. i put them on. i believed he did to(w)o. in every costume that i wear there is a demonstration; painted nail high-heeled glimmer. do you know how i looked to double...

upward trust

upward trust my focussed horizon is where i see past stories. lies about who we could be. lifetime purpose of running away. free to listen to nothing outside of me because my body is a piece of source; circular patterns chop paths back and forth. what if you knew there is only one course? learning. discovery. your own. self-worth. i was born listening. words, sounds and sky. abandon consent to embrace rebirth. grip on to your truth and never ask...

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