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Ayurvedic Alterations

There is a force in the arch of your foot that pushes you forward when you run in the sand, a …

I like to watch hands surrendering when mouths meet each other. Letting the messages unsent fall away, the thoughts in …

Two Sentence Stories

She woke up to his heat, raw and smothering in pre-dawn hours seeming to wake up slowly and hot with …

Intent

I want to be touched with good intention, trying too hard to make you not want me. Not putting forth …

Fresh Produce

Kisses manufactured for any moment, feeling themselves unravel neatly on my mouth. Cookie cutter kisses. I miss homemade kisses. Whipped …

The Reality of The Season

Summer legs that see more long grass and fence spokes than sun. More cool water stolen and sliding down shivering stomachs …

Having a Hole In Your Being

Sometimes it’s more that you’re missing the part of yourself that was taken when they left, rather than the thief …

Just An Outlet

You fuck her like your life source is running on low and leave her like you have somewhere to be.  …

The Type of Person

If you are the type of person who utters no when I ask to pick flowers from strangers gardens in …

Rising Change

You swear that if he stood in the West that’s where the sun would rise. Then you remember that you’re …

Caring For The Sky

I wonder if it’s difficult for the sun to rise every morning, if he has a routine of coffee or …

When Your Mouth Is Cold

You miss him. At 11PM when he’s laying beside you and you wait too long after eating ice cream to …