Saturday 2 April 2011
S.O
Sometimes I feel like there’s a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lie die down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don’t know. Maybe I had my happiness. I don’t want to believe it, but there is no man, only that moon.
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Jeff Bridges.
I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest,hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it
i cat you.
Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life.She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance.
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