A Hundred Times Over
January 12, 2009
You crowd my mind then and now. I am the glove that warms your fingers. I am the flesh that lights your tongue on fire. You are the breeze that rushes up my spine and causes me to float if only for a second…. a hundred times over
Calm
January 10, 2009
It never felt quite right to you, but you’ve always known where center is. I am your Sabina
The Yogi
January 10, 2009
Yogi, yogi my gift to you… keep it for yourself and I’ll meet you in shavasana. I will hold your juicy, red cherry in the wooden box that sits on my mantle. You will always be my tree… I will always keep my hands above my head.
Don’t Move
January 8, 2009
Arms stretched out mirroring the branches of the tree backlit by the moonlight. Hands as black as night caressing my body. Oh fuck, slips out on my breath. Don’t move, don’t move.
