Susanamia

Moss and silt the forest floor, breath from your body, exhaled by your skin, your hair, so entirely you. I find it where my kisses live, in the hollow just below your ear, it’s there in the space just above your heart like vapor released by its beating. When...

I know this from the groves speckled orange with fruit, petal spotted white, with leaves so green they grip your soul. I know this from a sunset, From a time before you, If there really ever was a time before you. I remember it so well, But...

This scent’s so new it has no basis in experience, no relation to you yet, only to me, to my skin where it smolders like cinders in a hookah, intoxicating me with each breath, inviting me into another addiction of the sort that is the truth of you, of...

Je veux être dans tes bras Je veux danser dans tes bras Je veux dormir, dans tes bras Je veux respirer dans tes bras. Comme un fil, tes bras m'entourent. Je suis comme un oiseau sans ailes, sans désir de voler. Je suis heureux comme ça entièrement...

Breath ragged, trembling limbs tangled hands impatient Flutter madly like doves, startled from a steeple. Moist sheets, Twisted by passion into ropes for escaping through the window of today, not considering tomorrow, The time is here, The moment,...