I didn’t know what I neededwhen I stepped away.I took time to myselfto heal.
There was grief over a dream(two dreams, really)after so much so muchfor them.
All I needed was to knowmyself, my goals, my passions.To renew my lovefor love.
The marks on my skin are a testament of loss. My walls are covered in memories of them all. Each one important; each one gone from my life, from my world never to return. Never to be together. Forever. Alone.
It is clear from the tides that the sea loves the moon, but the moon must adore the salty sea just as muchbecause without the sea’s reflections, the moon would never know her own beauty. Without the tides, she would never know what it is like to be loved. Without the vastness of the waters, she would never know her own abilities. Thus, the moon and the sea can dance together happily until the end of the Earth without regret.
I wish
to love and be loved
with passion, with intention
to give all I can and get what I give.
I need
to have enchanted time, flowing resources
to visit the comfort of home
when staying home simply won’t do.
In this way,
we grow together, entwined;
we become something more.
keep me here. With your hands, Your mouth. Make it hard for me to get out of bed. Hard to think. Become my world, If just for a moment
I want to feelyou won’t hold yourself back–you won’t avoid all the things you want
you need to knowI belong to you, my love–whether you can give me allI need right now
I wish I could begood enough, wanted, sexy.you wish for energy, time, health todo right by me.
wantonly grinding against the mattress, wishing–hoping–for you behind mei can feel your hairy thighs tearing at mine–your fingers clawing into the soft flesh of my hips.
my breasts take my weight as we(we? I mean I–you aren’t here, are you?)force the unwanted pillows off the bed.I breathe in the sheet, filling my nose with longing.
Fingernails mark my hips. Teeth grab my shoulder.I push up, back, into you. Against you.My hand snakes to find the hollow under my hips.