i just disembowled my first home with my nene and moved out...it was a process, now unto another... then a trans-atlantic vault in 2 months to land somewhat sea-wet and coiled in tuscan hills to make home of delighful Siena.
I am biting down into the mintues that aren't accelerating fast enough into the future, yet my only concern with that is that I am anxious for these last two courses to find their final bookend. I am entrenched in other day-dreaming requests. I want to be clear of that, the former responsibility.
... we had to fuck in silence, a mute pretzel on lilac sheets and open windows and sleeping ears in so many adjacent rooms. we had to mark sounds into each others skins with scractches, incisions, bites, claw prints and erase all breathing with deep swallows and clean up with pristine white kleenex....then the sleep on cockatoo wings and migratory whistles....then morning moves and our pile of wedded waste....love, love, love
nibbles away bye bye
I am biting down into the mintues that aren't accelerating fast enough into the future, yet my only concern with that is that I am anxious for these last two courses to find their final bookend. I am entrenched in other day-dreaming requests. I want to be clear of that, the former responsibility.
... we had to fuck in silence, a mute pretzel on lilac sheets and open windows and sleeping ears in so many adjacent rooms. we had to mark sounds into each others skins with scractches, incisions, bites, claw prints and erase all breathing with deep swallows and clean up with pristine white kleenex....then the sleep on cockatoo wings and migratory whistles....then morning moves and our pile of wedded waste....love, love, love
nibbles away bye bye
are you sure those ears were all sleeping?
sometimes late at night I will sniff at the skin of my forearm or my hand and I will smell in it the sharp bite of sea salt, salt scoured into me by relentless Pacific winds picked up from the chilled ocean dark...