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hurricanewinds — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 05:40:03 +0000

Your hands clasped at the base of my spine
Tears drop down to our chests, collide with our heartbeats
Dreams play catch with our breath.
In our throaty words, wrapping around each other,
Syllables curl up inside one another – warm.

Goodbye – your hair is falling into my face
Your skin is hot and soft against my lips
Your prose tip-tapping staccato on my eardrums

A slow dance in the laundry pile
With you in your pyjamas and me
in yesterday’s frame of mind.

Destroying Binaries

hurricanewinds — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 22:11:01 +0000

You could never figure out how I was both Christian and queer, how I could negotiate my religion with my feminism, my sexuality, and my pro-choice beliefs.

It’s taken me so long to be happy without you. I’m still learning, but I’m getting there.

Hurricane Winds and Steamed Chocolate Milk

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Destroying Binaries