Poem: "What Else Happened"
Jewelry donned on fingers and wrists...
Coffee in my whiskey
Wasabi on my ice
mixed with coconut and rum
Cold War goes on a date
but only for tonight
he knows things that I do not
in a field all his own
your stories I'm dying to unlock
caught in a gaze of steel and stone
jewelry donned on fingers and wrists
his eyes shine a subtle gleam
though he adjusts himself overtly
coming closer with a means
to an end of which I fathom
my borders I temporarily suspend
"come here," my welcome visitor
I've caught every message you sent
"come back with me," his hands graze
over my fingertips
your vulnerability is capable
of granting my wish
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April PAD No. 17: "Exotic"
Inspired by the fine line between real memories and wild fantasy
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Kirk Pineda, LMHC (aka "DEUXQANE")
93% of communication is non-verbal. Here's the other 7%.
I'm a therapist based in New York. I love my kettlebell, jump rope, and rower. Mystery/fantasy, rollerblading, herbalism, poetry, RPDR, and water enjoyer.
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