Teach Me How To Be Loved
It’s scary. This love thing. The sweet vulnerability of extension. The naked of ‘here I am’. The tentative reaching of outstretched arms. The wide open of hope. We all get a little lost here. Wish we knew how to do it better. Wish it were cleaner and more gentle and a...
the sweet and inarguable wisdom of want.
I want to travel to cities around the world to wander alone. I want to raise my face to the warm sun, a flowered sundress swirling around my thighs, bare feet on hard earth. I want the floppy hat on my head to blow off in a sudden gust of wind just so I can chase it...