Poems

You can have the Big Lips

You can have the ⁣ Big Lips⁣ Taut starving⁣ Belly⁣ Shrinking back toward your⁣ Spine ⁣ Get off on the ⁣ Indentations⁣ Of your skin toward the ⁣ Bone⁣ The way it⁣ Stretches⁣ over your hips⁣ You can wax your pussy⁣ Bare⁣ Fill your breasts with plastic⁣ Bags⁣ Inject your brows⁣ To make them⁣ Smooth⁣ Paste on⁣ Eyelashes ⁣ Eat ⁣ Less ⁣ You can

Messages from nature: Days 23-33 (part 3 of 3)

– part 1 – part 2 Day 23 Today I am nature⁣ ⁣ I am lying in my bed and it is dark outside and the earth is saying you moved a lot, today, rest your system ⁣ ⁣ No photos outside⁣ ⁣ Take a salt bath⁣ ⁣ I spent the day in @perri.chase’s MOTHER portal and I threw up and cleared and felt⁣ My relationship

The magic of a slow blowjob

Let me tell you about the sweetness Of soft, nourishing, and tender love Of climbing into bed In early evening, just after sunset And winding skin together Of whispers about the future Excitement Of climbing on top, body pressed against body Holding his gaze And saying you are the best man I know.   Let me tell you about the magic of a slow blowjob.

there is no word

There is no word for the way You would feel When watching a 30-foot wave crash to shore   There is no word for standing at the top of a mountain The air quiet No humans around your existence   There is no word For way it might land in your body To witness the messy, gory Primal Birth of a child   There is

The moon does not say sorry

The trees do not feel attached to their beauty. The wind does not whine about how many people don’t like it. The flowers do not plan meticulously how they will bloom each season. The rain does not feel upset that it’s been coming down too long. Winter does not care about how many things she kills. The mushroom does not spend its time worrying about

Last Night He Drowned Between My Legs

Last night he drowned between my legs Slurping, opening around his face as she blossomed The windows were bare a straight path of sight for any curious neighbor And his fullness was in my mouth. Thick, throbbing with the velvety soft skin, my tongue playing with every fold And then I remembered I was not allowed to come. A rule I had set for myself,

Do not rob yourself of the sensation of naming your true desire

Do not rob yourself of the sensation of naming your true desire Do not squeak it out of your mouth, mumble it, and look away Do not shove it back down into the box of you-can’t-have-this-you-don’t-deserve-this-they’re-going-to-react-this-way Do not send it over text message so you don’t have to witness their response Instead let it bubble up, let it spread throughout your body until you have

Messages from nature: Days 12-22 (part 2 of 3)

– part 1 Day 12   I go out to say my goodbyes Slowly making my rounds. Bye to the rock The rose hips, holding their droplets of water, say hello I ask if they want to talk, since I was headed to the ocean. But they just wanted me to notice their beauty You are very beautiful, I say The rock, rosemary, aster, the

I am devoted to the sunrise

I am devoted to the sunrise ⁣ To the rays of light that cast themselves over everything, nudging each branch⁣ Saying wake up, wake up!⁣ I am devoted to the stick bugs⁣ Their tiniest waves feeling like a Disney movie ⁣ I am devoted to the dew drops on rose petals⁣ Pouring rain from a leaf onto my tongue⁣ I am devoted to the rain⁣

Messages from nature: Days 1-11 (part 1 of 3)

Day 1 Her mood changes daily. ⁣ ⁣ Some days she is raging, crashing⁣ Charging up the shoreline ⁣ Bigger, taller, demanding. ⁣ ⁣ Other moments she is gentle. ⁣ Continual rhythmic motions⁣ Ice cold, in this part of the world ⁣ Slowness⁣ An invitation to enter ⁣ And cleanse. ⁣ ⁣ Some days she is completely still. ⁣ Resembling something else, almost⁣ Her waves