rings in my thinking. moves in my body. it bleeds me. i drip languid over a night. she lay, side by side. she wakes laying cry. Still there. He, a rough feminine. flinging in thoughts. running through a body. it bleeds a heart. i drip languid over a night. i lay, she. wake rough, so ready.… Continue reading the sacred feminine
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when to say yes:
now and last night. yes. i read something i hadn't read before. for some, this means their first time reading poetry for a crowd. what i mean is that i wrote it oct 8, 2015 (as the note was dated on my phone where it stayed) and then looked at it for the first time, more than… Continue reading when to say yes: