spit-tears's Diaryland
Diary
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what a treat
How do you hold so much space for him, without a power grab involved, he sunk into you like the first moment off his feet all day. the comfort, and connection I see between you like fireworks, firing synapses, blooms on an apple tree- I long for the caress of a hand that knows mine through hell, high tide, Death Valley, Denali. I mean what I say, it was always you, not just your eyes, curls, attitude- When I see beauty I say it- hope to drown in a lake of it. Can't let fear betray me for it I have to hold the space for it. May I ask for a party favor? May I have a piece of him? May I share your spoon? May I peek around his bends? I'll lay moments of joy at your feet as a thank you, a hostess gift, a little treat.
3:21 pm - Thursday, May. 19, 2022
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