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Think of me now as Earth: here to give you warmth and shelter, revolving at my core to bring you life with wet, fertile soil to take your roots. ..

From your throne in my chest you rearrange me like Pangaea; thrusting apart long-established boundaries, violently forming callused mountain rang..

I will call you Iron for the taste you leave in my mouth, the color you put in my cheeks, and the way sink into my muscles. because you are vo..

1. I'll show up lust-drunk and reckless, swaying in the scent of clean sheets and slow burning sandalwood. 2. Fumbling for zippers bycellph..

First attempt at a villanelle.

Blue, foreign, cold and sharp, the morning arrives and creeps under the window demanding its audience rise from their warm, slee..

Pull down my hood to let my hair out, allow him to see it, feel envious, he wants stroke the soft black strands. Wear tight jeans, make a point ..

My eyelids heavy with sleep, I lay my head in the crook of your neck - its final resting place for the night. I'll dream there, breathe there, st..

This is a short personal essay for an English class.

First it was the cold wind, a friendly warning to the winter ahead that will knowingly and willingly drown us, a climate we're accustomed to. No..