sillyLove
Any day I see you
Is a good day
Any night I lie with you
Is a good night
When your eyes sparkle and dance
And your smile radiates with joy
And tells me that any day you see me
Is a good day
Then on that day
I am a happy happy puppy
Sometimes, a fictional story can have such a profound effect on your non-fictional life, that it moves it into an astonishing place of question. ~me I watched a movie last night called Living Out Loud with Holly Hunter, Danny Devito, and Queen Latifah. The film is based on a short story written by Anton Chekhov,…
I saw her in her confusionAnd doubt and insecurityI saw her in her darknessAn embryo of fearNaked and alone I held her in my wombHealed some hurts with my heartBut she never trustedAnd never let me give to herFreely She damaged my loveRobbed me of my desireWarped me into painful questioningHer ferocious, primal unquenchable thirstBleeding…
The euphoria of writing here again has been sweet. But too short lived. Re-engaging with this blog caused an unexpected and freakish anxiety I could barely contain for three friggin weeks. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were tight. No air. No reprieve. No release from the madness that fought to control me again. I couldn’t…
I marvel at our capacity to feel so much for so long and then in a heartbeat, it’s gone. Nothing left but the cold, black numbness of indifference. If it’s meant to be a layer of protectiveness, a thing that kicks in for self-preservation, then I will embrace it. My skin is not so tough…
The siren languishes In the shadows of my mind Like a black cat in heat Waiting for you To breathe in her scent To touch her softness To taste her mouth, her breasts To push her open And slide inside Desire dictates her every movement From the tilt of her smile The sway of her…
You touched me in placesI thought cold and weakDead blackened embersNever to be revivedYou ignited a sparkFed an aching hungerCreated an achingInsatiableWantingScreamingA fire now burnsA raging heatScorching the wiresThat connect my body electricAn unbearable weightNow burdens my lightnessHands clawing at the rawnessOf my open woundsHave I been carelessIn waking this need?Asleep once upon a timeContent…