The Drunkenness of Love.
We only want to stand at the shore of love and dip our feet in, get a bit wet, scream our heads off and then run for our lives. But love wants more.
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I Am Wild: A Feminist Love Letter. {poetry}
I will dance naked around this fire, and hold you to my skin when the wind blows just right.
Do not ask me to be nice and quiet.
I am wild.
Get Wet: Crash with Force into Your Purpose.
I often envision catching the tears of others in a beautiful bowl, and when the crying is done, I throw the tears to the heavens. They fly like diamond-drops to the angels, who grasp them and transform them into light. The angels beam that light right back into the original hearts. The heart is ...