My hips are mountains Leading to a valley With a slit down the middle And a pasture, covering. They lead… Read more Rounded peaks.
I will give you a description of both Pleasure and pain: Muscles tighten – Firm and rigid. Head thrown back… Read more When the storm hits.
Or so she thought. Really, her feelings toward teas came from her habitual need to fit in with groups. She… Read more She liked teas.
Skin on skin we move In innate patterns and waves That make us human. – Jessa
Have we begun to count now? Or have we always…begun…to…count? Limits placed upon us by pacing numbers — causing a… Read more 9 times.
Here, I stand; with two things that which make me whole: an open heart and an open body. Both, eager… Read more Open, willing.
He’s old — not too old, but old enough to struggle with the two large bags he lugs around, every… Read more He feeds the stray.
She is untouched delicacy and tenderness. To be admired from afar, to the likeness of the rose in the bell… Read more That rose.
A disarrayed mess I become, as you stay calm And take over me. – Jessa
It was time — For her to experience drowning. For too long she wondered when it would come; Wishing, hoping,… Read more Succumb to drown.