sometimes one must retrace her footsteps to find
silver slippers in the grass
abandoned
when seeking a southern sun

as warmth pulls to the sky
naked toes
catch dew
we are grounded
then we fly

bite a bone, crack a tooth.

I'm a pro at herding instincts.
But crap at keeping them in the pen.

she was trying to show me things I didn't want to see.

there are kiss marks on my Qur'an.

in some cultures

chess is foreplay.

a simple matter of fun

run around at night without any purpose

whatsoever