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so I guess my secrets safe here

Tell me it’s not you.

vegans taste better. sacred dance when horny. self pleasure, of sorts.

i picked my look for our first date & i already know my order. i'm everything in your eyes he didn't see. you are every plus where he was thumbs down. (that's how it goes right?) after the blow & dust off the next try be right, right...? (in twilight.) how many next times ran out...? selfish pride makes me starve & snub a hand out. (at least he was a standout.) but i'm already married winking at divorce it's just so much invested. well. it was my best prove & tested so. (there's that storyline.) how'd it go...? how's it end...? never know the ebb of the flow. maybe it was me who was a better friend. #kco

you, rock, i, water. i, sometimes crash against, you, stand. firm. i, wander & at times go low, you, remain. rock, i, clash against, you yet, refrain. i, smother maybe flood you, then, wave elsewhere, leaving you, exposed, dry. i, water. i move. you, rooted. i, return. you allow, consistent. not moving is how you hold me.

i'm hurting right now. i'm holding on to the first time you told me you loved me & how you would no longer operate in fear. i'm afraid. that i let go of everything i've been holding on to for years, too soon. i'm afraid i'll be a casualty. that i'm slipping away in some distance you don't notice. i'm holding on to the promise i made to myself saying i wouldn't run unless being chased. or in danger. where is this coming from? i feel you in my spirit. so why wouldn't you know? i take your energy into my being & meditate on you often. 'busy' has become my nemesis. my understanding is my sacrifice to love you. i'm being transparent. so i don't shut down & pull away. i'm afraid. maybe overwhelmed in this space or lack of security. & the illusion thereof. i'm asking no questions nor making any requests. i'm communicating. something feels bad. i've been in chaotic places & yet felt alone. solitude is a bully i've come to adore. bringing alienation to remind me i don't want to be lonely. i'm conflicted. i know that i love you. i want this. i won't work alone. do you hear me or am i too far to be seen? maybe i'm jealous you're ok & i miss you so much it hurts.

for my everywhere but here lover

I want you in niagra falls & cuba & home & lakes & parks & starlight in booths under tables exchanging touches glances across rooms in posts & innuendos & poems in prayers & sacrifices I want you right there in shows & theaters & bars & gyms & cars in silent moans out loud in my dreams & my arms in public & honor & truth I want you in freedom & will & bliss full moon & bad days in hard parts & in laughter in friendship in intimacy in God & Black Love & Peace & it's ok if that's all too much I just want you. & that for me now is everything I need.

like. after trauma do you hop back on like after a fall...? how's this work? how do you know (if) this still works...? it's hard showing affection while yet fearing an erection. that wasn't supposed to rhyme. that's the truth it's just so happens to go like that. I don't know how to go about a kiss. a touch a grab it all means so much! there's this distrust. I need trust! between us no lust not lust that's not for us. but it's there. like stolen wiffs of my hair. so stay there. too cold & icy to be trying to ride a bike anyhow...

she likened me to a storm both cold & beautiful but not in a pretty way unique & raw & there's some beautiful about flaunted flaws. she wore heartbreaks as badges scars for tattoos her crown was understated maybe jaded w/blues. it's her season on this journey for the purpose within. it's her body her peace her piece protected with power she's home. remember your faces she's known to roam. align. or goodbye. she is likened to a storm. you wait all your life preparing for a disaster just build your dream self. she's no storm. she just put gold in the cracks of brokenness. it's so pretty, but it's still cold. out. side...

tea is steeping shower running cake was baking cooked pancakes nude infused with cinnamon drizzled with honey topped off bananas crazy right calm from crazy life this body is mine finally free no stamp on my forehead this naturally me whoever knew it'd feel like this I'm home within my throne who'd thunk it'd feel this free, really really me.