December 2010
2 posts
come to me
come to me,
in seamless sleep,
dream as i dream,
come to me,
as my chest swells as i breathe in,
as my chest caves as i breathe out
come to me,
and kiss my lips,
still burning with the salt of dreamed tears
come to me,
and hold me tight,
so, love, come to me
if only just tonight.
just some things i want
I want a lot of things, but we’re taught as infants, as children, as teenagers, as adults, as humans to deny ourselves these “wants.” I’m not saying that it’s a bad idea to tell five year old Suzy, petite in height, but massive in width, that she may not have Happy Meals every day for lunch and dinner. Or to tell your fifteen year old daughter that she cannot spend...