My heart is a steak marinated in love, tender from nashing, raw, then seared, asizzle
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Happenstance
Universe, You allow me my happenstance and I happen to love you.
Float
The lake luxuriates in deep infinity
Pigéage
so low my fruit heavy bearing your light bare feet piercing me with high heels
Dry Terms
There is something in spontaneous being that defies analysis. That analysis, set apart from spontaneous being, searches for cheating rules when, without rules, being one’s self is not the rule, but simply the way. One sells one’s self short attempting to package one’s self into something that fits when fitting is supposed to be the substance. The broad expanse of the self, the contemporality of the self is that most precious elixir of the self we fain would capture if we could without denying its essence.
Little
So much beautiful wild my little
Essay on Grace
A certain inner peace, quite safe and pleased with herself, wherein there is a certain knowing of the world whereby wherever she alights upon the world that same pleasant fastidiousness whereupon she chuckles with herself she chuckles with her acquaintance wherewith the unknown and uncouth are handily known and tamed: a traveling tea party
Bitter Pith
Art is a gift, something intricate — oh, stark something.