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you would love me,
you say,
if you weren’t
already taken.

a question to ponder (with potentially life- and astrally-significant implications)

in my dreams, i feel you. your skin hot against mine, trembling in polyrhythm with my heart… you paint kisses… Read more a question to ponder (with potentially life- and astrally-significant implications)

there are ways in which your mere existence is wildly distracting to me.

my mind bends with desire for you. deliciously frustrating, you are. i hate you. and i .

i sit on my porch the early summer breeze blowing over my bare shoulders… reading about [*goddess] isis and dreamily imagining… Read more poetic notes that are entirely non-work-related

i’ve been on a journey. one of the most important of my life. and a journey that is entirely invisible… Read more reflections on a difficult break-up

everything i see reminds me of the way you used to slide your hand along my skin as i lay,… Read more everything reminds me of you.

you and me baby we speak so many thoughts we have none left for poetry is it true that good… Read more even for you

is this an ancient line of poetry, delicate beauty unwinding in a complex rhythm, intertwining our souls? or the residue… Read more spinning

i came across this article today on elephant journal, and was intrigued by a story so similar to my own…… Read more masturbating christians