F O C U S

Tequila is the new Rosetta Stone.

— Your secrets are safe here (via thelovewhisperer)

He is power under control, moving with the errect grace and poise of a former dancer. He is kisses that make me forget how to stand. He is never needing to yell, because slower and lower make a point a raised voice never could. He is a fumbling rushing outdoor encounter as the first sex we ever had (our first irL meeting, yes. Yes I did) , a sudden kiss at my neck, his strong hands at my waist, my throat, my breasts ("mine") , a look of contented enjoyment with the food I've made him, he is a fascinating instruction on the locomotion of spiders, the chemistries of medicinal plants, the calm explanation of how I am the universe, from the big bang, forward. He is a power and beauty that I couldn't watch without my face trembling, a rescuer from 12 hours in the emergency room after I was sexually assaulted, and the day we spent together saving my sanity. Puppy kisses, and cannabis and creekside tears. He is my best friend, the great love of my sad lonely life; wasted. The same age as my oldest child, more mature than myself...and my world. I'm lost without you, Daddy.

"I feel valued, not just loved"

He is power under control, moving with the errect grace and poise of a former dancer. He is kisses that make me forget how to stand. He is never needing to yell, because slower and lower make a point a raised voice never could. He is a fumbling rushing outdoor encounter as the first sex we ever had (our first irL meeting, yes. Yes I did) , a sudden kiss at my neck, his strong hands at my waist, my throat, my breasts ("mine") , a look of contented enjoyment with the food I've made him, he is a fascinating instruction on the locomotion of spiders, the chemistries of medicinal plants, the calm explanation of how I am the universe, from the big bang, forward. He is a power and beauty that I couldn't watch without my face trembling, a rescuer from 12 hours in the emergency room after I was sexually assaulted, and the day we spent together saving my sanity. Puppy kisses, and cannabis and creekside tears. He is my best friend, the great love of my sad lonely life; wasted. The same age as my oldest child, more mature than myself...and my world. I'm lost without you, Daddy.

TIMOTHY OLYPHANT Rogue Magazine, 2018 // ph. Jonny Marlow