Tag Archives: burning
I want to exist for you, even if only as confusion and fiction, she said. Really, I said. No, un-really, she corrected, then caught my nose between her knuckles and gave it a playful toggle. I didn’t know what … Continue reading
There is nothing quite like making briny love to holy fire and falling deeply into one’s own molten core screaming yes yes the plunge and firewalk of your starring parts melting in ecstasy raw to the touch and numinous tongues … Continue reading
Some silence, you see, is not golden, not really– long dark shadow cast. (Artwork by Mark Rothko)
Feted, by an angel’s glassy hands, slow-burning river of sound, pooling white fire in rounded furls.
The out of womb blues, torch song on code red alert– Slow burning for home.