Witch, always.

I was always the witch.
This is a word in a tongue that is not mine but will do.

I am terror when you make me the other, but if you stand with me I become possibility.

Find me in the woods, sharpening my axe, sewing my bags, and waiting.

Smell the blood. Lick the earth, and listen for my laugh.

Returning home

Badlands, salt flats, moors, hill shelves, crags…
The earth exotic

Lava beds cooled like the moon
The earth alien

Woods and jungles that pull me in with leafy mouths that swallow light.
The earth encompassing

I want to find my place in the soil once again, so I may grow deep roots.
earth arrival.

Lover come Home

Cum on my stomach
squeeze my ankles and drown my thirsty mouth in kisses
Love, overflow.

Wrap me in your arms and squeeeezzzeeee
Tighter, 
we breath in each other,
Tighter,
No fear of smothering because between lies universes of possibility.

Know this as I snake my legs around you and pull you close.
Bite your bottom lip and hold your hair fast.

We could never begin to understand, how even when we run away, we are racing towards one another.

Let me smell your skin and play with the sweat running down your back.

Lover come home.
Find your place in my heart.