Gracious

… This name that was mine from the beginning. In every beginning an ending is written. It is one of the very first things I told you. When I would lie naked in your arms, spinning my stories. The mind of a poet, and the body of a goddess, you once said against my chest – and IContinue reading “Gracious”

As if I am the sun

Where did you come from? You ask me this once, at some hotel, some time, somewhere. Frustration, and something else wrapped around the question. A glint of admiration, perhaps, for my stubbornness, for the fight I’ve just caused, and the way it wakes you up every time. Makes your breath come a little faster, quickensContinue reading “As if I am the sun”