interrogation time

What is it that you’d like to get from me?

the scent of my skin wasn’t enough

and neither were the trail of kisses I left behind

somewhere between your back and the nape of your neck

my warm body next to your cold heart

is the saddest pair of opposites I’ve seen in a while

and let’s not get started on my mind

which you didn’t even try to discover.


Tell me-

If I had wings and lived slightly

but forever

out of reach

would you still have pushed me

into goodbye?

self love

I made love to myself today-

I sat in front of the mirror and slowly seduced my reflection, touching my curves here and there, lowering my shirt inch by inch to expose my breasts. I caressed my silky smooth legs and grabbed my ass the way I know it likes to be handled, I bit my lips and arched my back and took in the vision that is me, in this body, tan and glistening against the white covers. I massaged my favorite spots until I couldn’t anymore, the pleasure bubbling up then pouring out of me as I locked eyes with myself in the mirror.

And there it was- the fire in me that I adore

the thirst for magic that isn’t easily quenched draining slowly from my spine

my body melting into stillness

my heart enamored with all the ways I’ve found

to love myself.

to worship this sacred skin I’m in

and honor the divine within.

do you speak silence?

it takes a lot to handle me

a certain mix of fragile strength and courage is required

for I am an a cappella song echoing through the walls

the knock on the door at midnight after you’ve turned off the lights

a sunset on fire and water crashing on the shore wrapped up in

the stillness of a starry sky

the undulating hips on the dance floor

the voice speaking to flowers in vases

the body smoking nude on the grass

The hand, writing

lips red when everyone else’s are bare

eyes staring

still wide open and curious for the unknown.


Time tick-tocks its way into another tomorrow

and it gets more and more difficult

to find someone who will learn my silences

and speak within them.

it’s a never-ending struggle

every now and then

my body overrides my mind

and gets its revenge

for all the times the mind didn’t have compassion

for its exhaustion

for all the times it criticized the way it looked,

the way it moved,

the way it just was 

the mind always said that it

just wasn’t enough.

but my body knows better.

so every now and then, my body

fights back and shuts down

and all of a sudden

my mind shuts

the fuck up.