a cicada, alien, elegant, a grub for twenty years and then two weeks of green splendor and wings ( Read more... )

i am fragile, gullible, and pliable.  traces of touch linger in my body.  a brush of fingertips over my knuckles, the weight of a hand on my shoulder, his thighs pressed against mine.  a genuine warm gesture, a smile and loose eyes:  i feel faith and the permanent sense of loss that is desire.

he fills himself with women.

i am so naive sometimes.

i still believe that connection is actually possible.  even between whole universes.  i am determined to believe that we make each other and flow over colorful strands.