Yes, Chocolate Is A Love Language
How can you love me, let me count the ways… Good morning texts. When I roll over, blurry from sleep and still staggering the divide between dreams and reality, and reach for my phone to silence my alarm, I want to see your name. I want to know that of all the...
Creatures Built On A Foundation Of Want
We are creatures built on a foundation of want. And sometimes that wanting is nestled so deep it dare not show itself, for fear of being seen and known in a way that makes it too real to be denied. Sometimes that want becomes a small, hard kernel of longing that you...
Terribly and beautifully and painfully alive.
“Are you okay, beauty?” “Not so much, but it’s really something I should not discuss because it should never have been in the first place. I’m sure karma and her friends are raining down upon my head. I deserve to battle alone…” No. That is a lie. A lie that...
a treatise of touch
come here. come closer. feel my breath? good. do not look away right now you are mine right now i am lifting hair from neck running my finger gently there. across the line of clavicle. down curve of rib following concave of waist coming to rest on the hard of hip....