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Longing

LONGING

Whiteness are the cries:
The gull’s long falling.

Souls, dead sailors,
Yearning for the taste
And smell of their women.

Hungry for the certainty of land, 50 more words

Chapter 035: Ode to Annabelle

From the scattered recollections of Lyle Colane:

I’m wondering where you are tonight.

I’ll tell you where I am. I’m in a smelly cab on South Virginia Street, surrounded by a city that’s blinding me with neon and swallowing me whole. 1,269 more words

Fiction

Alpha Haunted

Wednesday night, thoughts of Glenn helped me overcome the impulse to act out with Creeper. They seemed healthy-is at the time.

Now my gaze is in the direction of a phantom connection I no longer have access to. 261 more words

Sex Addiction

Questions (a shardorma poem)

(for Tasha)

When it rains,

I wonder where are you?

Does it slip

on your skin,

like my fingers, making love?

Do you think of me? 54 more words

Poetry

My Morning Request

If even seconds hold me back,
From enjoying your endowment,
Wrap me,
Hold me still,
And provide your power.
Culminating a moment,
We’ll share, forever.

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THE LONGING

It’s the vivid memory of reality becomes a dreamy life.

The long warm fingers touching my right cheeks, the crisp smile in your face when you see me. 169 more words

Love

Voids

There is so much going on in my life right now that I find myself missing the time and space to explore “the here and now” in the therapy room. 300 more words

Process