sábado, 6 de junio de 2009

our days have grown
















like beards



.
.





like birds




.





like breasts
.





















you eat me






( but i don't feel swallowed )















you haunt me






( but i am not frightened )












i am not








i am not








i do not







shiver out of fear






anymore












but quiver when stirred




.







* baker love *



. .




you hold me like a cupcake


.



~ sugar fetish ~



















feline brother

sing to me again










turn my girly hair

.

..


into blossom ivy