July 2025

  • Asking Questions

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    I’ll run my hands along your thighs and wonder if your heart pounds. I’ll kiss along your collarbone and look for goosebumps on your skin. My vision gets hazy while your hands get lazy and I can feel my heart twist in my chest. Where is your head at? Why do you squeeze your eyes…

  • Summer at 31

    Sunshine soaks into her skin, defrosting what she froze during the darkest days. She leans back on her elbows, face turned towards the sun as she breathes in this very moment. She feels at home in her skin at last, shimmering with freedom as she accepts what is and what has past. There are no…

  • Hold My Hand

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    Hold my hand and hide behind me. Guess I’ll grab the door. “I hope we never change. We can always be like this but more!” Dinner at 6, always home before dark. Talk about showing me off then snuffing out the spark. Tuck me in and go on your way, I wonder what you do.…

  • Inside

    If you could peek inside my head, I wonder what you’d see. It’s all blurry lines and static energy, unreadable to me. Dreams and thoughts that wander through black and white and gray. Schemes and plans and words that I wasn’t brave enough to say. If I could peek inside your head, I’d close my…