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When I think ‘grounded’, I never anticipate the fall. Soft under your fingertips, held with grace, your single eye freckle, …
When I think ‘grounded’, I never anticipate the fall. Soft under your fingertips, held with grace, your single eye freckle, …
my passion a hoard of tinder craving a smoldering other, ignite my ember consume me to a tender-joyful-beautiful-surrender, your lovely being searing …
A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. …
maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …
What a life. It’s so expletive adjective, with all these expletive nouns; I can’t seem to verb adjective no matter …
land of milk and honey
indian paintbrushed meadow
beautiful Utah
grapevine our swingset
coy summer breeze blows on by
your silhouette sings
a breath of fresh air
empty space between fingers
we fit together
as I’m grounded here
my thoughts stray; lips on her ear
fingertip wishes
in the field she sways
dress bright, wildflower spray
my muse, she dances
two souls side by side
fingers laced breath matched in time
her face is music
Tricks and Trade Secrets by Zac Oberg I moved to the high school that I graduated from halfway through junior …
shivers in the sheets
tittilating fingertips
ravish me, darling
How do you help those who do not ask for help? the stagnant stench of well wishes left out to …
“Derecho. No, it’s not the new item on the menu at Taco Bell,” the man on the radio says in …
Three friends on my giddy ride home from practice. Seven cars in my driveway and twelve relatives they belong to. …
Three months ago, I was a kid. Today, I’m a kid. Three years from now, I’ll still be a kid. …
This post is written in response to Daily Prompt – The Zone. — I love the damp smell of a …
Icy and golden, I dare not taste that sour liquid for fear of the skin-to-skin contact that makes me humble, …
A friend of mine, a poet and genius, asked me a question the other day: “What do you want to …
Don’t blog me, blogger. I’ll blog you til’ kingdom blog, blogger. It’s all about the blog, don’t you blog? What …
I have an obsession with non sequitur. There. I said it. Whew. Now I can go on with my life, …
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