I would sit here
In the dark

Next Time I Will, Hug You, With Intention:
We grip our fingers his mind on our resting backs
Contagious affection in the dark
Combing cradled hair between us
Rosey body- fluid senses
Boy sleeps with a firm pillow dreaming reason hormones
Face the lavender stars

Dearist ,
Is born body warmth
Passion at the bottom of the river
the connection feeling
Moonlight goodbyes
vulnerable frame of attachment

We grab our finger
We rest our heads
I kiss your left pointer finger knuckle, five times
And whisper “i love you” so silence that there was no need to open my mouth
Acceptance
His mind — An equation
Complex and misunderstood
Without a phone
Without care of others opinions
Laying our resting backs — five seasons — at sea (drifting)
Contagious affection in the Dark
Heat
Cool
Combing cradled hair between us
Rosey body- fluid senses
Rosey body- fluid senses
Rosey body- fluid senses
Boy sleeps with a firm pillow dreaming reason hormones
Face with lavender star eyes
Sweating out the toxics
Dear baby so love boy, you will never be mine and I’m okay with that,
You will always be yours.
Is born body warmth
We can hear the passing of the salmon
As we pass by
As we lay in the grass
As we fall into the light
Passion at the bottom of the river
Flowing upstream, the tears are elusive
the connection feeling
Moonlight goodbyes
Sunlight returns
vulnerable frame of attachment
Vulnerable skills
Frame my hips with your prints
Of a day
Attachment
Release your socks
Let go of your nicotine habit
Whats to come,
Next post sneak peak:
I have been waiting over a year to clasp our baby making parts together. I always feared that I would want more than he was offering. The last time he left my house he put his three fingers up and said “We can only see each other three days in a row, no more.” This couldn’t be sustainable to raise a family. I want babies. A home, with my husband. Those three fingers is all I heard.
