We smiled at each other down in the dirt, sharing the strange moment of having survived.
Tag: Body
The Women in My Family
Soft and feminine, round and full of spirit— warmth and give.
Wrapped in You
I’ll justify my thievery as need and still ask you to hold me close, wearing something of yours just because I can.
Lean Into Me
To Him my love is as beautiful an offering as my grief. Gold knows no mold. It flows, fluid and alive.
Consecrated in Heat
His love seeps like honey wine, intoxicating.
Jasmine on the Grave 