My Eroticism Rises from the Earth.

My Eroticism Rises from the Earth.

My eroticism rises from the earth From the depths of my being From the dirt and the flesh I am made of It is inherent It is sovereign It is the song in my veins I dip into this sacred part of myself With my mind and my breath With the wandering of my imagination My...
She Fell Into the Fire. A May Day Poem.

She Fell Into the Fire. A May Day Poem.

It had been many a strong wind that had blown her to this place Many a hurt and many a word That had shattered her heart and thrown rocks in her path She stood broken in places Knit together in others A patched up soul without a tribe for a shelter She stood barefoot,...
Today I see You…

Today I see You…

A Few thoughts this week…. I want to know you like this… I am a romantic and believe in the love that happens when souls collide. Not dependent love, connected love. I write about love like this because we need freedom from love that shelters us, that...