Tag: want

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I am in love with your golden-reds with the sting of restraint with pretending the sweet salt of your palm is mine © Sarah Whiteley

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disturbances

the hesitations spring like reeds that sway and bend at the edge of me I have been disturbed beyond surfaces as if the stone of your name were dropped again and again into the heart of me and I must swallow it whole or break … Continue reading disturbances

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the moon has captured me by the ankles, is crawling through me and I must burst into new surfaces this morning my hands awoke, and for the first time in years, ached to find something other than air beside them but even without the solid … Continue reading untitled

that I was I

that I was I and you were you and want being what it is - shortening the shortest distance between two selves - with the brevity of "yes" we were quite suddenly we and with nothing but combustion in between © Sarah Whiteley