October 18th, 2014

samspoemaday:

as if the waves knew any other origin
than the rhythm of the lunatic light,
gentle truths billowed from your lips
in a way not unlike smoke,
and I was thinking just hours ago
I wanted to see how far it could go.
something about your clarity keeps me pure,
something about you keeps me here.
as if I knew any other rhythm but my own,
so closely timed with the breadth of your thoughts

October 17th, 2014 

samspoemaday:

a flower of folded fabric pricked my finger today
and I thought of the new moon, the last bloody affair I had
underneath her spotlight
what other sacrifice could I have for her?
turn to waxing and let me glow,
my light is waning and I deserve it this time
take what I’ve given you to imbibe,
my salt and sulfur mix just fine
boldly glaring in your darkened face
declaring it different this time

"I like your large woman empowerment, but I still think you should be thinner anyway. Love you!" πŸ˜’

"I like your large woman empowerment, but I still think you should be thinner anyway. Love you!" πŸ˜’

Macy’s job app asked me my favorite season and color and I feel like I gave the wrong answers