I dream about our bodies getting lost in a sea of bliss. Settings could be crowded or intimate. Still your touch brought peace and with every kiss came ease.
By Ynot The Priceless One6 years ago in Poets
I awoke today with a broken heart. Not a new break, but a more full and embodied consciousness of the despair I am carrying.
I can't remember the last time I sat down and put a pencil to paper. I can't remember the last time I sat down. Can't remember the last time I got the chance to think.
