March 2012
February 2012
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Skipping Stones
I ran to the pebbled seaside of my half-forgotten childhood - a land of chipped tea cups and dusty days, pretty pleated dresses and arid trees, where the sky hung heavy and the air smelled of turpentine and candle wax. And I stood and watched as you materialized like some sort of apparition, rising up from the sea-foam peaks (looking like Poseidon amidst the waves). And you were so lost in the...
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I gave blood today
It made me feel like a good person..
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Oranges
You peeled away my clothes like a starving man would peel an orange. Delicate and deliberate, you pulled aside my skin and reached into my very self, your fingertips brushing over the exposed shimmering of my soul. You slipped down and kissed me until I dissolved into shooting silver. And we were like wild things in the night as we sang and laughed with dry voices, breathless and savage. Then in...
“I can’t sleep. There is a woman stuck between my eyelids. I would tell her to...”
– Eduardo Galeano (via dearscience)
“Sex is not spiritual. There is no god present when I kiss someone, no goddess...”
– Why Sex Is Not Spiritual - San Francisco Arts - The Exhibitionist (via fetters)
