This struggle we are struggling isn’t ours alone.
We did not invent loss.
We are not the first to have vows smashed
with a bitter hammer. But god,
You have been battling your pain with bare-knuckle
fists for days and I just wish
I could fight for you.
If I could, I would wrap you up safe.
Make your whole life naps and burritos
and first kisses.
No one should pick on you when you
are so sweet
sugar blushes when you get too close.
In the mess of loss and longing don’t forget
there is a place for you to rest in my ribcage.
This world will cherish you beyond time
Love you even when it makes no sense to love you.
This world will force your breath and you
will keep on living.
Sometimes despite yourself.
I will be waiting on the other side to hold you.
In observance of No Pants Friday, a leatherish underbust corset I forgot I had… and nothing else.
It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days… Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me…So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling…
I freaking love body stockings. They’re like sexy long johns.
Giving hubby something to unwrap every night until Christmas.