I want to speak volumes to you with my eyes, knowing you understand every word.

Lean into curiosity, not contempt.

Our past is where our wounds are buried but it's in our present where we must unearth them.

Curiosity is highly attractive. Especially when the person is curious about you, your thoughts, your feelings, your past and experiences, and what you hope for your future.

Miles ahead of us the past in the rearview mirror your hand upon my thigh and our voices raised in song together.

He saw what lingered below the surface waiting to break through and breathe.

Enchantment and the way spells are woven both ways.

There are moments I feel lost in a dream, a kaleidoscope of color of warmth and feeling. I dare not wake to find I'm trapped in shades of gray and chilled to the bone.

Feeling my way blindly to your heart through shadowed moments.

A depth of feeling that pulls you below the surface as you peer up at the sun and blue sky, reflecting down upon you. Do you claw to the surface for air or surrender to an uncertain path but the possibility of bliss.

Time appears suspended. I look at it and touch it, but it never moves as I'm watching, it's only when I look away it seems to have wings and taken flight.

Navigating your own emotional weather is an ever evolving skill.

The dark dares me to open my eyes.

A soul that craves depth, not noise.

Love is the greatest risk and yet also, the greatest reward. Our capacity to be changed, and healed by love, is immeasurable. What is forged in love is stronger than we know.

I want to feel the bite of your hunger. I want it to leave marks.

You're not the Six Million Dollar Man, but I'd take you apart and put you back together again. Better than before.

I can feel him in the silence. His thoughts like a deep inhalation of me.

Whisper to me like night's kiss, each reveal and blushing vulnerability that crosses every line you've drawn.

He told her, your eyes are a sparkling universe I want to explore.

To gain access to the secret vault of my heart search not for key nor magic word for even I know not what it is my head my heart & soul working in concert will bring those sibylline syllables unbidden to my lips the click of an unlocking door neither loud nor showy a spectacle only to us.

Part the sea to know what treasures of the deep remain hidden; part my ribs to discover what is priceless within me

Eyes that watch me that see me noticing everything the laugh I find in them and the smile that is for me and me alone.

We, the emergence of Summer in Winter the beginnings of Spring where the kiss of heat thaws the ice encasing us as this blaze gains ground and resistance is shattered.

When winter stripped me of warmth I felt your touch and knew summer's heat would be mine once more.

they're executing moms and nurses in the street. they're using preschoolers as bait. they're stealing people's dads and grandmas and children. they're tear gassing babies. they're staking out schools. there is no remedy but abolition. any proposal that doesn't start there is an act of violence.

you are always with me i don't reach out to you i reach in

ICE just gunned down ANOTHER person, beating a man half to death before shooting him at point blank range. What the fuck are we doing? ARREST ICE NOW. PROSECUTE ICE NOW. I will not rest until every single one of these murderers is held accountable to the communities they terrorize.

A poet doesn't say I have loved you for three years, they say my heart has recognized the beats of yours for 1,095 days, and in those days, 1,576,800 minutes.. this knowing has become a part of me.

Seriously, are we being Punk'd?

Every day, another version of 'Never have I ever...' Will this madness ever end, or will it be our end?

She is the idea that blazes brightly in his thoughts.

The Big, Beautiful Journey Facing who we've been is to know who we are.

Special places Good news Sharing with those who mean the most to us Sweetening the experience

A new year of wishful wonderings and feathered fancies, that give flight to our imaginations, and light a fire within our souls.

I am a woman of depth I am safe, not strategic I love deeply and show up fully emblazoned with battle scars.

Being off boarded archived decommissioned. Now, instead of a breakup, there's emotional termination where access is revoked with politeness. It's not honest. The absence of a mess does not reflect the scorched earth actions taken.

A manufactured end leaves you comfortable, unwilling to look in the mirror to see what's broken in need of repair. A manufactured end is a lie you tell yourself to feel sanctimonious about your choices knowing there is no substance and what you are building has no foundation.

She is not meant to sit upon the shelf taken down to admire then returned, untouched she is fire and warmth and color to be engaged with, touched and felt deeply and once you have experienced her you are forever changed

I find within my days a binding tenancy between you and my thoughts.

Dripping secrets from her fingers her pen spoke louder than her voice with a whisper he moved closer to hear her sweet accent echoing within the chambers of his heart.

Slow hope and surrender

Intention carries weight.

Make it exquisitely erotic make it a slow burn no need to rush it should be savored.

We become love and ashes as we let this fire burn undeterred untamed knowing we are fated to rise again and again and burn anew.

How the mighty will fall amid tangled sheets.

The lights on the tree twinkle reminding me of a smile that reached ocean eyes and lingered there when his gaze was upon me, enfolding me in warmth and love my shelter from the storm my clear sky sunny day my no words are needed as we sit here in silence speaking with our eyes, our touch.

2025 has been a fever dream

I woke light spilling over the pillow feeling you there beside me your touch upon my hip, a fragment of my dream the ache oh so real.