the slip of skin on skin
as pillows lump and sheets tangle
at night, a forest grows
green leaves twine around us
who lie like tangled ruins
hearts beating still
with the rhythm of the night
which sings of secret things
blooming scarlet and gold
beneath a cold moon
currently we have snow on the ground, snow-covered trees rising out of fog, and a pearl-grey sky. yesterday was bright and glittering, and ...
I went hiking with some people who were all more of the doing type, while I am only, or mostly, a being type. Partway through our planned...
Warning: Long, rambling, poorly-edited glimpse into the opium den that is my mind follows... I was pondering Baba Yaga, and went down ...
i tied a ribbon to a branch on some wind twisted tree alone in a field of snow the northern lights rippled above wild ribbons in the sk...