The dichotomy between the gentle effect of tracing, kissing, and turning into stars, to the aggressive, hungry nature of wanting to be eaten is something you convey (and I feel) only too well.❤️
it's a wild experience isn't it? that tipping point from the build up of wanting to the all out NEED for the intensity of being devoured? thank you for your thoughtful words as always, my sweet friend
This image of you stirring a pot of soup while reading is reminding me of the scene in Practical Magic when Sally is stirring her coffee while writing a letter to Gillian, where she says, "I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for," and you see her spoon continuing to stir after she lets go.
“I want to drink ancient liquid
from your lips, and as your fingers
trace my stories, I’ll
turn into a million
little stars, each one you’ll kiss
before its rise into the
violet evening.
I want to be eaten.”
The dichotomy between the gentle effect of tracing, kissing, and turning into stars, to the aggressive, hungry nature of wanting to be eaten is something you convey (and I feel) only too well.❤️
it's a wild experience isn't it? that tipping point from the build up of wanting to the all out NEED for the intensity of being devoured? thank you for your thoughtful words as always, my sweet friend
„the space that
fears she’s
drained the
magic
of all her
memories.“
So good! 👏
thank you sweetness, so glad you liked 🍯😘🌹
I love these SO much.
thank you Grace :)))
“Tired of smiling fake smiles.” We are all synched up, my friend! Ans fighting against the same shit!! 👯✨
big weirdos with big feelings, unite! ⚡️🤟🏻🤟🏻🤟🏻
Love these. Stunning crescendo at the end of that second one! Keep weaving your mystic magic.
your poetry is sooooooo embodied and powerful!! i love it!!
thank you thank you thank youuuuuu!!! 🖤🖤🖤
I love these poems, I read the first one 4x while stirring a pot of soup.
Thank you Isabel.
This image of you stirring a pot of soup while reading is reminding me of the scene in Practical Magic when Sally is stirring her coffee while writing a letter to Gillian, where she says, "I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for," and you see her spoon continuing to stir after she lets go.
I just feel like you fill the kitchen with magic
Wow, such a beautiful flow and it holds its meaning, strong. Well done.
Oh, thank you Orion. Such wonderful praise to receive. Awesome name, by the way.
lurve this
thanks ladyyyyyy <3
These comments say it all. Love the raw yummo stuff.
As do I love writing it. Thanks Wes