Losing My Innocence. {poetry}
Unlike losing my virginity...
I lost my innocence in the desert
amongst 100,000 people,
but in a sacred temple of sharing
with one.
Browsing Tag:
Burning Man
The Desert Has Left Her Fingerprints in the Dust on My Skin. {poetry}
One hundred thousand people from diverse walks of life, building art, riding bikes together in the desert, surviving dust storms, and there was no war.
Summer’s End. {poetry}
The dragonflies are either fat or pregnant tonight,
or maybe like me,
they’ve stuffed themselves on every summer sparkle
and now they’re drunken...