A mask with no eyes
a mouth with no words
only the gentle flutter
of quiet birds

Blue Rain

Smell of rain
all chaos and dirt
washed away

Wind Kissed

Bark, calloused and weathered
skin shivers at the
slightest touch
Is this too much?

Playing dead

Tightness grips my chest,
breathing slows
hands on my breasts…

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The taste of your name leaves me not the same

faithful forty: day 35

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your…