as the year comes to a close...

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deep lips consuming
the blue shadow casters
that dance and cackle
in the light of the full moon.
night eyes, dark,
emerging from the shadows,
speaking in foreign tongues.
hunger
satiated by the gentle touch
of winter kisses.

the quiet spaces

"...Eddie and I still spent a lot of time together without saying much, but it felt like we were talking the whole time. At first it made me nervous. I was so used to hiding behind words that the silence made me feel more exposed than being naked. I was always trying to figure out what he was thinking and worrying about what to say next, but the more we are together, the more I don't even think about that stuff. I know whatever I feel is what I feel. Whatever I say is what I say. Everything else is just a game I don't have time to play anymore..."



-expert from "What Looks Like Crazy on an ordinary day" by Pearl Cleage

kid fears

it's a chilly night. the sky is dark and clear, the stars giving their greeting. the air crisp and fresh, cool as i inhale on my cigarette. i can see my breath, or is that the smoke, as i exhale. my nose wants to run and my eyes tighten in an effort to protect.

i have been fighting the cold this year. entering this winter season with much intrepidation. carefully stepping, one foot in front of the other. it was this time last year that i had entered into the darkest place i've ever been. i fear the darkness now...finding myself checking around corners and under the bed...

hey jealousy

she asked me one night if i was jealous. the truth is that i wasn't. i wasn't because as hot as he may have thought it was, as much as he may have enjoyed it, me watching him fuck her, i know it doesn't really matter. it doesn't really matter because it is me that knows his look, that owns his look. the one that washes his face clean, takes his breath away; the one that is pure and uninhibited.

besides, it was me later that morning who rode him to ecstasy.