descending into darkness in a circle. I’m losing ground now. descending into darkness–I’m alone. I just go around. The spiral’s getting tighter. Tightened like the noose around my neck. (that wasn’t even me. i could never do that.) descending into darkness in a circle I spin round and round. The darkness opens up, giving way flashes of near green and blue. I can breathe now. There’s something more– the scent of lilacs on the breeze.

Healing Happens

I didn’t know what I needed when I stepped away. I took time to myself to heal. There was grief over a dream (two dreams, really) after so much so much for them. All I needed was to know myself, my goals, my passions. To renew my love for 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.

To Love and Be Loved

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

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

Wishing and Wanting

I want to feel you won’t hold yourself back– you won’t avoid all the things you want you need to know I belong to you, my love– whether you can give me all I need right now I wish I could be good enough, wanted, sexy. you wish for energy, time, health to do right by me.

I Woke Up Like This

wantonly grinding against the mattress, wishing–hoping–for you behind me i 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.