The beauty of
There’s always beauty in the action:receiving the order,executing without thought,with total trustand complete surrender,feeling your hand in mineeven though an […]
Poems
Unspeakable gift
Pain is the unspeakable gift,hidden behind the frosted glassof everyday vie en rose,the pleasure at the coreof simple routine tasksand
Five day, five hours
Five days, five hours,three hundred minutes,one thousand eight hundred seconds…the tick-tock of the clock evaporates timeas blood pulses through my
My confession
I’m lying in my bed, darkness all aroundthe glass window is openedand I listen to the rainwhile it falls musicallyand
Infinite loop
The eyes,they watch, and watch,they watch until they are handsgrabbing what is not theirs,what was forced, and lied,bullied under false
Boundaries just bring freedom
Up and down,inside and out,wrapped and wrapped. The pressure, the tightness,the beauty of the knots,shaping the body,newfound roundnessfrom the tension
