Toothbrush

My toothbrush is missing you,Not knowing when you will bring your lips close,Caress its neck with your strong hands,Your fingers long and slender,Grip so steady, yet so soft,Moving me ever so slowly back and forth across you,I am missing our closeness,You being mine and me being yours,Missing you keeping the cupboard doors ajar,Clamouring into them…

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The Lies We Tell Ourselves

Life can be overwhelming at times, and lately it feels like everything is so much more acute. All of our feelings are so much more visceral and so much more 0 to 100, I don’t know if we’re willing to simply sit with out feelings a lot more. It’s all reaction based. A couple of…

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