heavy breath turns pools of sweat into cooled wet you slide your fingers down my chest and over my stomach slowing above my legs and before I could have said you position your head right where I need my eyes are shut but I feel you feed a tender hunger …

I am still getting used to the warmth of your love

and you drink me up intoxicate yourself with my love hold and lift me up just to swig back too hard until you’ve had too much and now you’re drunk and looking at what’s coming up at full I was all that but now an empty bottle and not enough.

and it’s like a heart was carved in two strokes deep into the side of my arm he never meant to harm but I watched as the blood rolled across my skin and pooled in my palm until it turned dark and flaked off in bits of brown running water…

shine onto me light me up with your touch and transform me from cold concrete and grey disarray to soft sand set to preheat beneath my feet defrosting and turning me to orange and red.

the power you see in me

I am trying my best to control the sway of my emotions lately each day has been a back and forth motion of big swings and rolling tides in between big feelings I don’t know if I’ve swum too far beneath or if I’m reaching nearer to healing I feel I’m being self aware but then overspilling overthinking and sinking deeper into a…

I am trying to stay kind to myself be honest and self-aware but sometimes my mind lays in stealth mode ready to go setting up to blow and I know that the lows feed the highs and I can’t be high all of the time even though I really try to remind myself that without darkness there is no light…

your light spills over me and fills into me and melts my harder edges into glowy, blurry walls turn to ledges and it feels like the only thing left to do is leap