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Tantra

                I write with you still on the tip of my fingers … Table scraps of memories and all the places you bring me by the slight twitch and dip of your muscles I know nothing like your brand of love and thrust Not lust, But divinity And…

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The Fear

i can’t write tonight i can’t write because my throat has closed, my voice is bubbling beneath the surface, clogged by my own privilege and fear i can’t write because i’m not sure i’m the one you should be hearing from the world is angry and the headlines are scary and i’m watching, listening, waiting for this…