Blessed Be

Blessed Be

Blessed be your longing. Your endless ache. Your sharp crystal shatter. Your sea glass heart. Blessed be the long, slow slide into desire. The swift plunging wound to the heart. The bleeding out onto the kitchen floor. Blessed be the fierce of want and the howl of...

easy

am I too much for you? no, I’m not easy. don’t come to me for simple. you want that you’d best look somewhere else, dear i’ve got currents beneath my surface that will feel like ruthless riptides if you come too close without being ready to ride my waves i don’t do...